Archive for category: Creative Nonfiction

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I faintly recall a day on the train when there was a big commotion in my subway car, three performances being held right before me. There was a man playing the guitar, singing a silly little love song. He was to my right and he had a sweet smile, earnestly holding out his hat for a dollar or two, or at the very least a

And this is how you are touched

By BIANCA LEGGIO Staff Writer Published: Aug. 25, 2011 There is a baby chandelier that hangs in my bathroom, rarely turned on. It floats fairy-like over the toilet, its delicate loops out-of-place in this room meant for other things. I had forgotten about it until just now: lethargic and with not much interest in life, I impulsively tapped the chandelier’s […]

Thanksgiving

Thanksgiving

By Peter Jang Margaret Lamb /Writing to the right-hand Prize (Creative Non Fiction)Award Co-Winner Published: April 20, 2011 This sucks,” I say. My sister is sitting restlessly on the front steps of our house. There is a rustling of stranded leaves scampering down the road. It’s almost winter if it isn’t already, and it’s cold—wicked cold, or so Bostonians are […]

A Feliz, Summer Navidad in Paraguay

A Feliz, Summer Navidad in Paraguay

By Jorge Rojas Margaret Lamb /Writing to the Right-Hand Margin Prize (Creative Non Fiction )Award Co-Winner Published: April 20, 2011 On Christmas day in 1995 I  sat with my cat, Michi, and my sister, Susana, watching what seemed to be more of a summer barbecue than a Christmas celebration. The sun was gleaming behind the silver Paraguayan clouds onto the […]

Boa Noite

Boa Noite

By Liz Bowen Margaret Lamb /Writing to the right-hand Margin Prize (Creative Non Fiction) Award Runner-Up Published: April 20, 2011 Joana was not the first drunk prostitute I met in Cacau, but she was certainly the most regal. When we were introduced, she clung lopsided onto social-worker-Leila’s soft arm, which unlike mine wasn’t clammy from the equatorial heat. She shot a wide, […]

The Birds

By Bronwen Durocher Honorable Mention Writing to the Right-Hand Margin Prize in Non-fiction Published: April 22, 2010 I passed through the vestibule and pushed our heavy red door open. The sky tore apart.   The lightning lit the whole block and for a second I could see my friend Alex waiting at the end of the street. I squished through […]

Love Letters Written to You in Waiting Rooms

By Emily Helck Co-Winner Writing to the Right-Hand Margin Prize in Non-Fiction Published: April 22, 2010 Scars If I tried to map your scars like stars, connect them like constellations, I wouldn’t be able to make a shape. I couldn’t make an animal or a cooking utensil. I couldn’t even fake it, the way most constellations are faked—only a slight […]

Hair

By Sarah Schwartz Co-Winner Writing to the Right-Hand Margin Prize in Nonfiction Published: April 22, 2010 I folded my arms across my chest and prayed that the sweat beneath my breasts wouldn’t seep through my tank top.  Our class was standing in the hallway in two straight lines, waiting to be led to gym class.  Sixth grade had just begun […]

Alien Bugs

Alien Bugs

By Samantha Smith Contributing Writer Published: April 9, 2009 I told my mom to take a seat. I knew the current situation was going to cause a familial issue, but I knew that if I didn’t tell her my dad wouldn’t take care of it. “We have cave crickets at the lake house,” I said anticipating her hysteria. She looked […]

The Exclusivity of Chocolate

The Exclusivity of Chocolate

By Kelsey Pete Contributing Writer Published: February 26, 2009 I have been told I am not normal, American, female or human.  I have been called an idiot, a liar, and a freak.  It’s been said as a first line, after weeks of knowing someone, and on a few occasions not until years have passed.  When I was young I hated […]