Creative Nonfiction Summer 2019

Creative Nonfiction is the voice of the genre. Every issue includes long-form essays blending style with substance; writing that pushes the genre’s boundaries; commentary and notes on craft; conversations with writers; and more. Simply put, Creative Nonfiction demonstrates the depth and versatility of the genre it helped define.

United States
Creative Nonfiction
USD 7.50
USD 25
4 Números

en este número

7 min.
from the editor

It takes great courage for writers to bring the realities and secrets of their lives to the surface to share. What’s the Story? SHE IS IN the hot tub with her husband. His hands are wandering, touching her leg, her thigh. He moves closer, wrapping his legs around her and caressing her breasts, then leaning over for a deep kiss. And they are both more than a little surprised: he because he has an erection and she because she had assumed that, after a year of abstinence, she would never have sex with her husband again. Not since his diagnosis of Alzheimer’s disease. Cut to another scene. A man is washing his face in the restroom, looking into the mirror and giving himself a pep talk: “You can do this. Your whole life…

13 min.
a kink in the tale: on libido and the writing practice

NICOLA WALDRON is a graduate of Cambridge and the Bennington Writing Seminars. Her work has been published in Post Road Magazine, Los Angeles Review of Books, Assay, and Agni, among others. She currently teaches writing at the University of South Carolina and is working on an essay collection. SETTING THE MOOD When I was younger, I wrote at my desk, a gracious Mexican affair bought in a first-sight passion. The seat was hardwood, ambitious. Many an essay has this desk to thank for its existence, as does my son; it’s where I measured out my fertility drugs into a hopeful series of syringes, before resting my weight on its kindly bulk to stick myself—a useful metaphor, perhaps, for the writing life. These days, I write most often with legs stretched out atop…

6 min.
body language

WINNER! Best Essay Prize M.G. LEIBOWITZ lives in New York, New York. Her poetry has recently appeared in Boxcar Poetry Review, Crab Creek Review, Foundry, and The Journal. She is the recipient of CALYX Journal’s 2016 Lois Cranston Memorial Poetry Prize, the 2018 Geballe Prize for Writing, and the 2018 Urmy/Hardy Poetry Prize. I. Tell me what you want. Tell me what feels good. I press my face against his shoulder and go very still. I know what I want, but even in my head, the words don’t form, don’t gather as they usually do—ripely, readily. I open my mouth. Close it. Say, I— He strokes my back, gently. I— I close my mouth and lean back on the bed. I am quiet. He touches my cheek, eyes searching. He bends over me. Do you like it when I kiss…

9 min.
when they start asking questions

STEPH AUTERI has written about sexuality for The Atlantic, Vice, Pacific Standard, and other publications. She is the author of A Dirty Word. “What’s that, Mommy?” asks my daughter, pointing to a long, clear plastic canister filled with individually wrapped condoms. The condoms are on my desk, next to my laptop, on which I’m typing an article on innovations in condom technology. “Open?” “It’s a maraca, sweetheart. See?” I shake the canister so it makes a muffled schick-schick sound. She doesn’t buy it. “No! Open!” she wails, reaching for the canister, her fingers scrabbling to pop off the end piece. I roll my eyes because I can’t even, and then I pluck it from her hand. Place it out of reach. I am all about educating my daughter, and I subscribe to the philosophy that…

20 min.
secret museums

RUNNER UP! Best Essay Prize B. PIETRAS is a writer with essays in TriQuarterly, BuzzFeed Reader, Electric Literature, and elsewhere. He is currently at work on a novel. I WAS A FRESHMAN in high school when my religion teacher faced the class and asked, with a knowing smile, “How many of you have seen pornography?” There were about twenty boys in the classroom that day, and until then, we probably weren’t paying full attention—some of us were thinking about lunch, others about the quiz next period. But when the question came, everything in the dusty room seemed to go still; the air itself seemed to thicken, to prickle against our skin. Tense, wary of a trap, we watched one another out of the corners of our eyes. Did he really expect us to answer…

4 min.
skin hunger

ANNE ROYAN is a graduate of Savannah College of Art & Design (MFA), Brown University (BA) and the Columbia Publishing Course at Columbia University. After leaving a job in the fashion department at Harper’s Bazaar in New York City, she spent many months traveling solo through the Himalayas. She taught English and poetry to monks in the Dalai Lama’s temple and to Tibetan refugee children. She is currently completing a memoir based on notes from her travel journals. WHEN I WANT to get out of bed at 2 am and walk down to the bar because I can hear music from the band that is still playing, the sounds drifting across the flat surface of the lake and into the window, he says, Yes. I sail my bare feet over the edge…