Kate Angus—When We Were Vikings
Kate Angus When We Were Vikings The sun doesn’t set in the summer there, so we played cards for hours in the ceaseless twilight; during the daytime, [...]
Sarah Curtis Graziano
Sarah Curtis Graziano The Shadow of a Song When the reporter started calling, I was scrubbing potatoes and gazing out at the long slats of indigo the maples had cast [...]
Kathryn Waring
Kathryn Waring [...]
Lisa Buchanan
Lisa K. Buchanan - Runner-Up, 2016 CNF Contest A Bedtime Story From Your Future Sometimes you’re the pursued, screaming around the moonlit hills in a silver sled; more often, you’re [...]
Raina K. Puels
Raina K. Puels Bruised I first encountered Nan Goldin’s photography at a sleep-away art camp the summer after my junior year of high school. In an air-conditioned and windowless computer [...]
Diane Mehta
Diane Mehta Dip Your Hand In Wandering around in cemeteries forces you to wrestle with all the possibilities your life has left to offer. When you’re middle aged, and closer [...]
Sheldon Costa
Sheldon Costa Kalos Kagathos “To feel strong, to walk amongst humans with a tremendous feeling of confidence and superiority is not at all wrong. The sense of superiority in bodily [...]
Melissa Matthewson
Melissa Matthewson Notes Toward Beauty You can’t know the wilderness of a woman. She comes from a station of trees, somewhere distant, or she is held like a house of [...]
Tara Deal
Tara Deal Mirror Finish I have a bit of metal sculpture in my bedroom. One palm-sized, smooth, shiny, aluminum, elephant-headed Hindu god from India on the nightstand. Minimal design on [...]
Lara Lillibridge
Lara Lillibridge - Winner, 2016 CNF Contest From contest judge Charles D'Ambrosio: The essay must lap us about and draw its curtain across the world —so says Virginia Woolf, and if [...]
Cade Leebron
Cade Leebron Fork Theory Imagine that when you wake up in the morning you are handed a bunch of literal metal spoons and each of them represents an amount [...]
Ira Sukrungruang
Sunrise In this dream you see your father, who is not the father you know, but a boy of eight or nine. The sun [...]