Gary L. McDowell
A Fish So Large

Gary L. McDowell - A Fish So Large

Creative Nonfiction
Gary L. McDowell is the author of American Amen (Dream Horse Press, 2010) and co-editor of The Rose Metal Press… Read more »
Yian Chen
In Praise of Bao

Yian Chen - In Praise of Bao

Creative Nonfiction
Yian Chen was born in Shanghai, China. He and his parents immigrated to the Chicago suburbs when he was little.… Read more »
Jenny Martin
My Promenade

Jenny Martin - My Promenade

Creative Nonfiction
After receiving two degrees in English literature from Colorado State University, Jenny Martin moved back east and began a 23-year… Read more »
Kyle Bilinski
Paint and Ink

Kyle Bilinski - Paint and Ink

Creative Nonfiction
Kyle Bilinski lives in northern California where he works as a flight attendant and painting contractor. He recently received his… Read more »
Naomi Kimbell
The Dress

Naomi Kimbell - The Dress

Creative Nonfiction
Naomi Kimbell lives and writes in Missoula. Much of her work focuses on facets of mental illness as well as… Read more »

My Promenade

Jenny Martin

When I was five, growing up in Beirut, Lebanon in 1966, I rode a horse for the first time. He was big, at least seven feet tall, and snow white, with big dark eyes, just like the horses in my fairytale book. His name was Haram. A lady with bright yellow hair and big blue sunglasses lifted me up, way up, and set me down in the saddle. She put the reins in my hands, said “Enjoy your promenade, dear!” and we were off.

Until that day I had never been allowed to ride a horse. My three older sisters rode every week, on chestnut and dappled-grey stallions with arched necks and flowing manes. They cantered, and jumped, and took long Sunday promenades over the dunes and along the beaches of the Mediterranean while I stayed behind in the dusty barnyard, my only companion a swaybacked mule named Humphrey, who was tethered to a stake on a six foot chain.

I knew how Humphrey felt.

But, on the day of my promenade, Haram and I rode for a long, long time, leaving my sisters and Humphrey far, far behind. We went down a dirt road and into… Read more »