She's dead or dying. That's what
I'm thinking.
She's not going to
get up. I haven't taken CPR
since
my freshman year of high
school.
- Solomon Davis, "Credo"
Creative Non-Fiction
The Game of Life by Jessica Babcock
On Thursday April 28, I went to the
prairie to watch it burn, to see smoke...
Credo by Solomon Davis
My head nods of boredom, I’m sleepy...
Good-bye Nizhni by Clarissa Janssen
I’m sitting in the back of a dark
green, dilapidated taxi...
The Year That Gave Me Today by Natalie Rieck
My white Buick didn’t have a dent in
the front bumper, or a broken turning signal...
Down Winding Roads by Erica Romkema
(First Place)
On Saturday afternoons and hot summer
days, my sister and brothers and I ride with our
father...
Journeying by Erica Romkema
Several thousand miles and months of rain. Foreign
accents, foreign food...
Four Appointments With the Homeless Lady by Tracy Scott
I observe my neighbors. Shouldn’t one
be aware of the people who live about her?
My Mother’s Gift by Allison Simmons
Mom’s sewing machine was sacred. It
sat in a brown cabinet...
