Nonfiction by Erin Jones
Issue 7 / Nonfiction

Nonfiction by Erin Jones

My stomach doesn’t discriminate. I’ve thrown up Dubra. I’ve thrown up Grey Goose.
I’ve thrown up while dressed as Abraham Lincoln.
I’ve thrown up with a pirate hat on and shamrocks on my cheeks.
According to my doctor, my stomach produces a lot of acid. My first AOL screen name was TumsRockMyWorld. Continue reading

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Nonfiction by Beverly Tan Murray
Issue 7 / Nonfiction

Nonfiction by Beverly Tan Murray

Dad always talked about America like everything there was bigger, like shit that happened there actually mattered. Mom laughed, called him a Yankee potato-eater, but I guess he wasn’t kidding after all. Continue reading