Meg Stout
Grasp

Meg Stout - Grasp

Creative Nonfiction
Meg Stout lives in Burlington, Vermont, where she likes her winters cold, her summers humid, and her arts community eccentric. She earned a BFA in creative writing from the University of Maine at… Read more »
Matthew Hobson
The Audubon Guide to North American Suicides

Matthew Hobson - The Audubon Guide to North American Suicides

Creative Nonfiction
Matthew Hobson's work has appeared in literary journals including Hayden's Ferry Review, The Chattahoochee Review, River City, South Dakota Review, and Gulf Stream Literary Magazine. He is a man of a… Read more »
Sheila O’Connor
Winter Boys

Sheila O’Connor - Winter Boys

Creative Nonfiction
Sheila O’Connor is the award-winning author of four novels: Keeping Safe the Stars, Sparrow Road, Where No Gods Came and Tokens of Grace. Her poetry and fiction have been recognized with fellowships… Read more »

The Audubon Guide to North American Suicides

Matthew Hobson

Walking one fall afternoon, my daughter and I find a dead bird on the roadside. Small and perfect, bright blue, with beak and eyes black as obsidian, it looks like it could have been alive only moments before we found it. Maybe it felt something inside itself winding down and decided to land, rather than fall from the sky. My daughter stoops to inspect it. She’s seven, a sensitive child, and already I’m rehearsing what I’ll say when she starts crying. “This particular bird,” I’ll tell her, “wasn’t very nice to the other birds. There’s no need to feel sad.” Out of nowhere, though, she asks how my father died. He died decades ago, when I was only slightly older than my daughter, and what few memories I have of him are dull and imperfect. That she’s asked at all is strange, since I seldom speak of him. But, it’s especially strange since lately I’ve been thinking of him more than usual because I recently passed the age when he committed suicide. I don’t know what that fact means, but it seems like it should mean something. I used to wonder if there was a suicide gene, if I was… Read more »