Read the winning piece of our 2025 Nonfiction Contest “Through the Mirror” by Jessie Cato selected by Lucy Ives.

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May 1, 2016

The Mind Is Its Own Place

By Ann Townsend

Mated and unmated, starlings swarm the willow with their devotions until the tree roils and sways, wing-beats sounding the torrent through which they swim. Dopamine, paroxetine, an injection of adrenaline […]

May 1, 2016

VII

By Kimiko Hahn

I never sat around my backyard the night before      heading off to Belize      to study coral reefs                      unlike Professor Sara Lewis and      I would not have compared firefly   sexual […]

May 1, 2016

IV

By Kimiko Hahn

What can I say?     The cannibal   Photuris firefly that        pounces          bites  then  sucks the blood     of the speciel other               for ill-tasting chemicals which it uses to protect itself […]

May 1, 2016

Return to Sender

By Matthew Olzmann

To the topsoil and subsoil: returned. To humus and blistered rock: returned. To the kingdom of the masked chafer beetle, the nematode and the root maggot: returned. To the darkness […]

May 1, 2016

Plasticity

By Matthew Olzmann

It’s easier, now, for a man stranded on an island to place a message in a bottle and have it carried away on the backs of the waves. Before, it […]

May 1, 2016

Séance

By Melissa Ginsburg

The buzzard’s broad investigation ripples shadow across scrub, sketching the roots of a thermal. The usual séance. Hawks on the ground. Sphagnum and peat under a bent branch. Icicles fall […]

May 1, 2016

V

By Kimiko Hahn

The predator Photuris firefly  sometimes  stages aerial assaults, picking out other species by their flashes and swooping down to attack and other times    sits on a blade of grass, responding […]

May 1, 2016

VI

By Kimiko Hahn

      Like Professor Sara Lewis  I view the meadow as a stage for passion and yearning    courtship duets and competitions for affection   cruel deception and gruesome death Like the Professor     fluent […]

May 1, 2016

Prehistoric

By T. R. Hummer

Of the time before I could speak, I cannot speak.   I was prehistoric, doing the dinosaur lurch Across my crib. The world was there, worlding away,   and I was in […]