Salon Zine: All Non-Fiction

Content Feeding By Brianna Lopez When I’m getting ready to start a binge, I always make sure the surface of my mattress is clear. It’s

By Marisol Delarosa “I’m not afraid to die.” It was almost winter. Between the span of unnervingly clustered brick walls and the foliage in its

By Isabel Gallegos I was sitting in my car in front of my 3-year-old daughter’s friend’s house, with twenty minutes to spare before I had

By Juliana Roth The summer after I graduated from my writing program I went to stay in Los Angeles in my boyfriend’s apartment while he

By Gary Percesepe I hate the word ex. Is it a word? Or the remains of one.   There’s the echo of sex   and

By G.H. Yamauchi

By Ben Tanzer There was this boy with his head in your lap. Which is not exactly what it sounds like, though depending on how

By Kari Nguyen It is October 2013. Quintessential New England fall. Our afternoon walk is slow as we pass under trees already turned for the

By Jennifer McGaha Admittedly, the Midwest is an unlikely place for a pilgrimage. In the vast and wide-open landscape, one doesn’t have the sense so

By Brian Gersten Between I-295 and the Penobscot Bay, past the Hussey’s General Store sign that reads “Guns – Wedding Gowns – Cold Beer”, down

By Michael Copperman We did not speak of the tragedy, but we came together as we often don’t manage in busy weeks.  My Japanese mother

By Dean Kostos Trees along the highway spiraled through the eyepiece of my kaleidoscope—our car speeding home to Cinnaminson, New Jersey. Mom and Dad had

By Ilana Garon Her name was Felicia, and she was my student during my second year teaching public high school in the Bronx, when I

By Alisa Slaughter It’s late; I’m listening for the marauding bear. Maybe it’s because the summer is so cold this year in Oregon and things

By Jessica Machado In the seventh grade, I asked my father to take me to see Winger, a glam rock band whose greatest hit, “She’s