Category: Creative Nonfiction
Creative nonfiction by Amy E. Rhea, posted very occasionally from 2019 onwards.
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The Shame Room
At the abortion clinic, they don’t let anyone go back with you. The waiting room is filled with people wanting abortions, people supporting the people wanting abortions, and people judging the people wanting abortions. You pay up-front. You wait. You get called back. You get blood tested. You wait. You get an ultrasound. They ask…
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The High Priestess
Willow was a fiery redhead with a quick wit and an infectious smile. When she laughed, the whole world laughed with her. When she spoke, the whole room got quiet to listen to her words of wisdom. She was a battered and tarnished old cup, full of experience and grace, and why she ever thought a…
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Initiations
0. I walked through the stacks of Barnes & Noble, not particularly looking for anything. I was content to simply stroll around and let my eyes pick out interesting titles to peruse. I wandered past Philosophy and took a left at the end of the stacks into New Age. The shelves were filled with books…
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Sumatran Dark Roast, Heavy Whipping Cream, No Sugar
Susan had a rule. In the mornings, no one said anything to anybody — not even “good morning” — until after the first cup of coffee was consumed. It was a rule she brought with her from Short Mountain Sanctuary, a Radical Faerie intentional community in Tennessee that she’d been involved with for a couple…
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The Circle
The ritual circle at Taz and Alex’s house was the main feature of their verdant back yard. It was eighteen feet in diameter with twelve stones — limestone, marble, quartz, granite, and others — marking the circumference. Wild strawberry plants surrounded the southern half of the circle, and the northern half was marked by three…