Category: Creative Nonfiction

Shells by Chris Arthur

Mitra episcopalis shells

Two photographs of my Uncle Tony are the obvious place to begin. One shows him in an open grave with another man. In the second, he’s being embraced by a vampire.

Card Catalogues by Marcia Bradley

card catalog close-up shot

My daughter Frances is a reader. Not that she’d appreciate me telling you this. She doesn’t like me to categorize her. Even though saying someone is a reader should be good. Right? It’s not like saying she’s a thief.