Reckon Review

Tag: Creative Nonfiction

  • PARENTAL RECKONINGS: Uncooked Writing and Parenting

    By Amy Barnes A woman in a gorgeous fall suit once handed me a package of uncooked hot dogs, in an elementary school hallway. Like we were spies exchanging slimy secrets. After hugging her kid, she ran out the side exit door, high heels clacking. There’s a parent discourse raging about room moms and parties.…

  • ADVERSITY: Art as Resistance in the Misinformation Age

    By BARLOW ADAMS “During the Vietnam War… every respectable artist in this country was against the war. It was like a laser beam. We were all aimed in the same direction. The power of this weapon turns out to be that of a custard pie dropped from a stepladder six feet high.”—Kurt Vonnegut It’s a…

  • HEALTHY HABITS: Move With a Purpose

    By Valerie Peralta On my first day of acting class, the instructor asked my classmates and me – a hodgepodge of millennials and Gen-Xers – “What is acting?” After nodding to responses such as “a portrayal” and “a group of characters bringing a story to life,” Gail answered her own question: “Acting is action.” I…

  • MARKED | Creative Nonfiction by Summer Hammond

    “Out of all the boys, Summer, he’s the one you set your heart on?” Sliding down her sunglasses, my mother eyed me in the rearview mirror as we left for Luke Michael’s graduation party, a blue paisley gift bag perched on my lap. What my mother was really saying was, listen kid, you don’t stand…

  • IT’S FUNNY IF YOU THINK ABOUT IT | By Rob. D. Smith

    Sequential Art was my gateway into reading. And I loved to read. Nothing brought me more joy than exploring a fictional world that seemed more glorious than my own world. Comic books and comic strips just helped my already blossoming imagination with the art accompanying the words. Woeful Charlie Brown trying to get through childhood…

  • Ghosts: Creative Nonfiction by Meredith McCarroll

    Turning my rental car toward the lake, the road has been widened and the house where Amity grew up is nothing. A spot between roads. The gravel lot where I used to park is a condominium now, so I make my own spot in the grass. I prop my foot onto the tire to tighten…

  • Fire to Tend To

    I started writing because I wanted to cut out the pain that had been festering in my chest and put it on the table where all could see it clearly. I had just moved off to college and had left home for the first time in my life. My mother was struggling with opioid addiction,…

  • Ball

    Creative Nonfiction by Zach Benak The first night of August I sat in the back of my mom’s Honda, heading home from Our Lady of Lourdes Catholic Church. The setting sun reflected onto Papillion’s muddy creek and white stadium lights warmed the surrounding soccer and baseball fields busy with late-season games. I opened my phone…

  • Exercises in Adversity: Translating Trauma Without Sentimentality

    By Barlow Adams I’d like to share a creative nonfiction exercise with you. It’s nothing fancy. It might even come across as simplistic if you’re a master of the form. Regardless, I use it time and again when I cannot produce under any other conditions. It rarely fails. It may seem counterintuitive, but you cannot…

  • Nude in a Naked City

    CREATIVE NONFICTION BY DENISE TOLAN It is 8:30 pm. The temperature is ninety-five degrees. Because it is early June, we locals still complain about the heat. Soon we will abandon clothing and hope and accept the drying earth and scalding sun as fact. Newcomers to San Antonio are often startled by our thick humidity and…