Genevieve Richards
Genevieve Richards is a Nonfiction MFA candidate at Eastern Washington University in Spokane, Washington. She received her BA in Creative Writing and Lingu...
Genevieve Richards is a Nonfiction MFA candidate at Eastern Washington University in Spokane, Washington. She received her BA in Creative Writing and Lingu...
[FICTION] Centerlines Eddy’s neighborhood has a pool of phone numbers and sunbathing mothers communicating through pursed lips and arched eyebrows. At bi...
[CREATIVE NONFICTION] More Of It she puts down her wine. her wine is always red and for us to put it down is a sign of something heavier. we are not a heavy fam...
CW: Sibling Abuse [FICTION] Leveling Up They played a game called Voices, back when she was eight and he was twelve. They’d take their lunch and their paper pla...
[FICTION] All That Holds You In I’m on the X again. Yeah, that’s what I call it now – the X. It’s only the fifth time I’ve taken it in my life, which is ...
[FICTION] To a Girl, Age Eighteen The first time you slide your fingers down your throat, you meet hesitation. There is a gurgling in your stomach, and you do n...
[CREATIVE NONFICTION] Bodies of Water While we danced the hora, my father was dying. My mother, sister, and I were at a cousin’s wedding in California wh...
As I stepped into the water, the first thing I felt was the cold. Before my foot had even touched the bottom of the porcelain bathtub, I could feel the shi...
“Gimme yo keys ‘fore I waste yo ass.” Deacon Gupton looked terrified. His assailant pressed the gun to his ear, seeming more than willing to blow his old b...
It's seven in the evening California time, Rob. I wonder if you’ve already gone to bed in New York. I’m imagining your white hair on the pillow case as I w...