Creative Writing – Nonfiction

My James Baldwin Metal Plate

I have nine name plates of different writers I respect. I happened to be sitting at my desk at home, staring at the metal plates, and I re..

To Look At You: Twenty Years of Self-Portraits

This year, I turn 36. It will be roughly two decades since the summer I saved up enough money from my job at the Dairy Crest (a local, sea..

Thankful for the Light That Never Goes Out

Amidst the chaos of preparing for the end of the semester comes the all-too-brief but definitely welcome break for Thanksgiving. This year..

On the Way Out Part 2 – The Middle

I wrapped the first segment of my triptych On the Way Out less than a month ago. The way out of a memorable MFA journey.

I am writing P..

On the Way Out Part 1 – The Beginning.

I remember the title of Jenny Boully’s oeuvre The Book of Beginnings and Endings. I was her student for a few classes during my MFA at C..

Wanting to go but not being able to leave.

Abandoned Pool in Lebanon

I’ve been away for a while now. It’s been more than a month, but I’m back. I went to Lebanon: my native coun..

Solitude: The Writer’s Hidden Resource

Hello, I’m Karl, I just arrived here. I was wondering if you would be interested in hearing out a little story. I just want to clarify a q..

Creative Writing – Nonfiction

This is my final blog as the Nonfiction Graduate Ambassador for CCC and it’s my time to reflect on the place that’s been my home, my community, and, most importantly, the well-spring of my creativity for the last three years. It’s hard to do; my wealth of thoughts and feelings are hard to summarize despite the writerly expertise I’ve accrued in these years.