Flash Nonfiction by Nicole Simonsen
I was, at that point in my life, an authority on nothing, except maybe seizures.
I was, at that point in my life, an authority on nothing, except maybe seizures.
Even as I created these characters, I wondered if I had the authority to portray their beliefs.
I confess: I’m a confused Catholic.
On the last day of the trial, I suddenly remember a dream in which a voice told me the meaning of life.
This year, I added a new event: the Journal Burning Bonfire.
I just knew that, as a black woman, if I wanted to write, I needed some credentials.
We were going to meet every Sunday after church service, Christians and sinners alike till we got the job done.
What if I’d been less inhibited? What if I’d cried out, 'Jesus, what the hell is that?'
When people say art matters, it’s because they've been moved to act more compassionately in the world.
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