Blog

[1] 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 ... Last 

River Teeth Essays on Best American Essays Notables List

River Teeth Essays on Best American Essays Notables List September 20, 2017
Congratulations to the authors of the four River Teeth essays listed on this year's Best American Essays "Notables" list: Sonja Huber, Jerald Walker, David Lazar, and Heather Gemmen Wilson.

Mountains (repeat)

Mountains (repeat) By Erin Slaughter   |  September 18, 2017
It is always almost raining. That's something they never tell you about Seattle; they talk about the rain, but not the days the air holds its breath...

Filling Cupboards

Filling Cupboards By Danielle Madsen   |  September 11, 2017
You don't start out with coffee cups. You start with single-serve espressos and chai lattes at the coffee shop around the corner from your co-op. But a coffee together after work becomes morning coffee for two. And, suddenly, you've moved in together and have cupboards to fill....

Essay for My Five-Year-Old Daughter

Essay for My Five-Year-Old Daughter By Michael Torres   |  September 4, 2017
You wanted me to find you. So I interrogated the avocado tree, searched behind the broken Virgin Mary statue. Finally, I asked the sky for help...

The Art of Voids

The Art of Voids By Jennifer Ochstein   |  September 1, 2017
Sinor apprentices herself to O'Keeffe’s artistry. By doing so, Sinor examines the reaches of art itself, what art does, or what art should do. She pushes the stories onto the page as O'Keeffe "pushed paint on the canvas"...

River

River By Luba Feigenberg   |  August 28, 2017
It's after the intersection and just over the very small incline that the river first comes into view. The Boston skyline expands to my right, casting its shadow on the water.

Metaphor Lesson

Metaphor Lesson By Robert Hardy   |  August 21, 2017
There are three girls in Poetry Club.

Eavesdropping In Arizona

Eavesdropping In Arizona By Jason Bruner   |  August 14, 2017
"When you hear this language, you hear heaven," the bishop says. Smoldering frankincense snakes its way upward as the golden censer sways, riding the waves of chants sung from memory, from the marrow.

What Also Matters? The Voices of Women of Color.

What Also Matters? The Voices of Women of Color. By Krystal Sierra   |  August 7, 2017
The Crunk Feminist Collection is a much-needed anthology of short essays written by black women and women of color. Its narratives center on race, gender, pop culture and current events. The collection blends writers who specialize in personal anecdote with razor-sharp critique and who employ a conversational tone as complex issues are carefully dissected and taken to task.

Night Song

Night Song By Wendy Fontaine   |  August 7, 2017
At the end of a raw, rainy day, I sit cross-legged in meditation on my bedroom floor, breathing in, breathing out, letting worry and weight dissolve into diminishing light.

The Museum of Broken Relationships (repeat)

The Museum of Broken Relationships (repeat) By Jonathan Starke   |  July 31, 2017
There's this letter on the wall in there that a young boy writes to a young girl during the Bosnian War. They meet at gunpoint, marching toward a van that will drive them to a war camp.

Here's What Happens (repeat)

Here's What Happens (repeat) By Catherine Klatzker   |  July 24, 2017
HERE'S WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU'RE WAITING FOR MORE TEST RESULTS FOR THE SUSPICIOUS SHADOW ON YOUR HUSBAND'S CHEST X-RAY:

Holy, Holy, Holy

Holy, Holy, Holy By Margaret Renkl   |  July 17, 2017
On the morning after my mother's sudden death, before I was up, someone brought a basket of muffins, good coffee beans, and a bottle of cream-- real cream, unwhipped-- left them at the back door, and tiptoed away. I couldn't eat.

Akathisia

Akathisia By Rijn Collins   |  July 10, 2017
The bartender called me the nickname I hadn't heard in a decade.

Reincarnation

Reincarnation By Kathryn Stinson   |  July 3, 2017
A radio interviewer asks an aging mystic, "What will you miss the most when you leave this world?"

Must Hard Stories Be So Hard?

Must Hard Stories Be So Hard? By N. West Moss   |  July 1, 2017
Book Review of Writing Hard Stories: Celebrated Memoirists Who Shaped Art from Trauma by N. West Moss

Suspension

Suspension By Erin Ruble   |  June 26, 2017
We paddle to our campsite under blue skies, glancing at the horizon. Thunderheads boil upward from three directions.

Gretel Ehrlich to Judge 2017 Book Contest

Gretel Ehrlich to Judge 2017 Book Contest June 21, 2017
Acclaimed nonfiction writer Gretel Ehrlich will judge our 2017 book contest. Submissions open July 1 and close October 15.

Two Degrees

Two Degrees By Alan Rossman   |  June 19, 2017
I had to look it up in my old physics notebook, exhumed from its tomb of an ancient cedar chest and kept all these years as a talisman for time travel that the Internet could never touch.

Dinner Talk

Dinner Talk By Edvige Giunta   |  June 12, 2017
The asparagus grew in the Sicilian garden, and my mother made frittata that was sometimes lunch, sometimes dinner, sometimes snack...

This Is It

This Is It By Natalie Tomlin   |  June 5, 2017
1998. We stole it at night, one of us running across a lawn we had scoped out beforehand. With a firm kick, I popped it out neatly and ran away with it under my arm like a football, never really breaking my stride. The runaway car was there, waiting...

Happier Than He Has Any Right to Feel

Happier Than He Has Any Right to Feel By Karen Donley-Hayes   |  June 1, 2017
It may seem a foregone conclusion that Should I Still Wish, by John Evans, would make worthwhile reading. Evans is a Stanford University lecturer, memoirist, and winner of the River Teeth Literary Nonfiction Prize for Young Widower: A Memoir, in 2014. His writing has set him apart. What is not unique, however, is the subject of this memoir: death. Unfortunately, just about everyone has the misfortune of knowing and loving someone who has died or is dying, and more than a few of us have been compelled to write about our experiences. It’s an arguably over-worn subject, but Evans’s story doesn’t disappear into the middle of the pack.

Reunion

Reunion By Scott Russell Morris   |  May 29, 2017
You were in the restroom, so you didn’t witness the reunion...

Shame and Drum

Shame and Drum By Robert W. Fieseler   |  May 22, 2017
In the Midwestern auditorium, a tired Richard Ford reads a fiction about Grand Central Station to a ticketed crowd as tired and sparse as his scalp. He is old and disappointed, and he is reading about old disappointment...

What Matters

What Matters By Isaac Yuen   |  May 15, 2017
Thursday is "Cosmic Night" at the space centre. I am waiting for three friends by the giant crab outside. The late George Norris designed the twenty-foot sculpture. Stainless steel pincers grasp for the sky.

Yield

Yield By Kelly Miller   |  May 8, 2017
Waiting at a red light after dropping off videos. I've nosed my car onto the cross walk, hoping it will trigger the light to change more quickly...

One Era Ends. Another Begins.

One Era Ends. Another Begins. By Sebastian Sarti   |  May 5, 2017
When the past doesn’t suit you, from what do you build the future? It’s a question that lumps at the throats of many twenty-somethings who know their lives will not follow those of their parents. Though Leslie Lawrence is well past her twenties, she uses the same question to animate her book of essays, The Death of Fred Astaire, an eclectic collection that ranges over decades of its author’s unexpected life.

YES

YES By Michael Fischer   |  May 1, 2017
Anthony’s text just says, “YES.” I’ve decided to change my flight to Boston, to move it up five days. He’s floundering, just doesn’t sound right; the 25th could be too late. Sooner. Have to get there sooner...

Kinetic Energy

Kinetic Energy By Sam Brighton   |  April 24, 2017
Weeks after California first legalized queer marriages but before the voters snatched them away in 2008, my girlfriend introduced me to the dyke march...

Saturday Night

Saturday Night By Don Dussault   |  April 17, 2017
Every day I flash on scenes and sounds of Fallujah. There are ways of grounding them...

Newsletter Sign Up

shadow shadow