art of nonfiction


Lemondead, a food zine for culinary nobodies, is taking submissions now!

Submit your recipes, food-related fiction and creative nonfiction, art and photography. 

What do I mean by ‘culinary nobodies’? 

Well, it’s all of us who love food but aren’t well-known in the culinary world.

Look out your window. Do you see any houses? Apartment buildings? Camper vans? Think of all the kitchens! Think of all the people in those kitchens! Think of all the delicious things being made right now, right this second! They’re you and you’re amazing, so I want to hear what you have to say! You can still be a professional chef (hey, I’m one!), but if you’re on the food network or travel channel then…oh never mind, you’re probably not reading this anyway.

All contributors will be given one copy of the zine per accepted piece.

Email jpegs, word docs or google docs to:

DEADLINE: April 20th, 2017

Doc Fortnight, our annual international festival of nonfiction film, opens tonight! This year’s selection includes several works by award-winning filmmaker Emiko Omori, as well as an unusual 3-D collaboration between Open-Ended Group’s Paul Kaiser and Marc Downie and acclaimed experimental filmmakers Ken and Flo Jacobs.

Watch trailers of this year’s films, including tonight’s opening screening of Rahul Jain’s Machines.

And visit for a list of films and tickets.

[Machines. 2016. India/Germany/Finland. Directed by Rahul Jain. Courtesy of Autlook Films]

I need you like an insomniac needs black coffee with three extra espresso shots at 6am.
I want you like an alcoholic wants 12 glasses of wine in one single sitting.
I crave you like one craves summer after 6 months of unbearable winter.
I long for you like I long for air after jumping off of the poolside and taking forever to float back up;
long for the taste of your lips, pressed against mine, to feel the warm electricity of your body plunging from you, onto me; captivating, paralyzing me in the moment.
Loving you is like trying to explain what water tastes like; trying to teach a blind person what the color blue looks like…
Loving you is simply indescribable.
There’s no way to explain how much I WANT you, how much I NEED you,  how much I CRAVE you… no string of words is deserving enough of you.
This feeling, it’s like cold coffee in the morning, and late night drives, and everything wonderful all packed together into one, and even then, it’s never enough to describe the feeling of love.
What I feel for you is deep, bone chilling, chest heaving, head over heels, LOVE.
More breathtaking than anything I’ve ever felt before.
—  Who knew something so lovely could be so painful

Girl of difference.

To the girl I have ever known,
dressed in printed pants,
feigning no love,
Reassembling stars into galaxies,
has been different from the lot that I’ve seen.

Didn’t coat her skin with veneers of foundation,
Didn’t let other girls
convince her to have tight tops fitted on,
with her jeans 
Preferred shirts over skirts
Messed hair buns,
with a clip,
hitting over the top.
Slippers over heels.
Rihanna over the plasticized super models
Stilettos don’t pull up your grace,
That’s what she believed
desperation being her enemy.

Fungible she exhibited,
Until she healed the junior’s pain next door,
until she disparaged herself to assuage others’ soul.
Until, she chose to pick up the books of the boy, where I continued rushing down to my class And, until her heart felt like a spilled cup of coffee but she didn’t let it bother her.

Letting her kindness disperse as packets of cures,
To the boys she ever loved,
who shattered her down into pieces,
But, that didn’t let her slip down the rope 
The rope of hope,
to which she’d always been holding onto
prior to leaving her hands 
Subsequently, climbing it and reaching the top.

P.s. It might not relate or it might do,
But that wouldn’t change the fact,
It’s just for you.

-Sanya// My muse is my 11th grade bestfriend.


British artist Andy Goldsworthy works in the fields and forests near his home in Scotland using natural elements as his media. His pieces have a tendency to collapse, decay and melt, but, as he tells Fresh Air’s Terry Gross, “It’s not about art. It’s just about life and the need to understand that a lot of things in life do not last.”

The list of elements Goldsworthy has worked with includes ice, snow, mud, wind and the rising tide. In one piece, he used twigs to fashion a giant spider web hanging from a tree. In another, he decorated a stone wall with sheets of ice. He has also lain in the rain to create “rain shadows” in the shape of his body on city streets.

Goldsworthy refers to his creations as “ephemeral works.” He says, “When I make an ephemeral work, when it’s finished, that’s the moment that it ends, in a way.”

But Goldsworthy’s ephemeral creations aren’t completely lost to audiences upon completion; a new book, Andy Goldsworthy: Ephemeral Works: 2004-2014, presents a collection of photographs of his work. There’s also an exhibition of Goldsworthy’s photos opening Oct. 22 at the Galerie Lelong in New York.

See the full interview (and more cool images ) here.

– Petra

{ Wednesday Crunch}
Finally after two days of drinking coffee that were made in a hurry, I finally made time to take my work to my local coffee shop and have a nice iced latte, it was such perfection that it was gone before I could even think about taking a picture!
After 3 hours of sticking my nose into my work, I can now leave with an open schedule for my evening so I can spend time with the people I love. -
I finished “ Accidental Universe!” Soon I’ll post a review on it for everyone to read if they are interested! I will say that I highly recommend it to book worms who enjoy a non-fiction read about science!

after her
I felt replaced
and no longer needed.
after her
you stopped texting back
and coming around.
after her
you became distant
I haven’t heard from you in weeks.
after her
I wrote you a letter
you never responded
but wrote her a song.
after her
you lost me
and I lost myself

Submission Guidelines

Do Your Own Dishes is a feminist zine created to promote South Asian/South Asian Diaspora artists, writers, musicians, filmmakers and photographers from across the globe. The zine is published quarterly.


We take submissions in four categories: music, visual art (painting,photography, film making etc), Fiction: (poetry, short stories etc), non-fiction (articles and narrative nonfiction).

General Guidelines:

- Please include a short bio (60-100 words) and the word count in your cover letter

- Please include a high resolution photograph of yourself to go along with your work.

- Label your attached Microsoft Word Files “Your Name_DYOD Category”. For example:

“Ahmed Pervez_DYOD Poetry”

- Please make sure your submission is relevant to our zine’s mission, objective and audience

- Please send all submissions as attached files


We accept nonfiction of the following genres: narrative, creative, micro, travelogue, essay etc.

- Kindly keep submissions between 800 - 2500 words


We accept fiction piece and poems of all forms. Preference is given to works that follow our theme (are feminist in nature) and demonstrate originality.

- Kindly keep submissions between  800- 1500 words

- For poet, please submit a maximum of three poems in an attached word file.

Visual Art:

We accept artwork of all kinds: paintings, doodles, comic strips, illustrations, digital photography and film etc.

- Please make sure you submit your artwork and photography in high resolution (300 dpi file format)

- For digital photographers: kindly submit up to 10 high resolution photographs explaining the theme of your work.

-For film makers: kindly submit a 2-3 minute trailer of your film. If you wish to submit a short film, kindly make sure it is below 10 minutes.


We are currently experimenting in this category. We are open to innovative submissions. Some examples may include: interviews, photo diary, album art, discography, lyrics etc

- if you/ your band wish to be interviewed, kindly send us a 150 word pitch of how your music fits our zine’s vision.

Although the zine is published quarterly, submissions are open throughout the year.


I’m working on a zine about transgender Jews with @queerandloathiing and we’re looking for YOUR art, poetry, stories, nonfiction work, etc!!! The theme of the zine is the golem story and how trans people’s bodies are seen as monstrous and/or created and constructed through the process of transition and/or gender expression, but feel free to submit other works if that doesn’t speak to you. The deadline is April 20th, and you can either submit stuff to me here or inbox me for my email.

Thank you so much for your help friends!! Please reblog this to spread the word!

Something about him is growing under my skin. He exists on nothing but sheer adrenaline and good faith and something about the heaven in his smile makes me think that if anyone can save me, it will be him - a young kid in mismatched socks on a skateboard.
—  Jennifer’s Body (Excerpt), Jenn Carmen

February 19–29: MoMA Film’s annual documentary festival Doc Fortnight presents stories from around the world, from the work of legendary Beat poet Bob Kaufman in And When I Die, I Won’t Stay Dead to the history of French imperialism in Southeast Asia in France Is Our Mother Country. Our curators shared some of the stories behind the series on our blog

[And When I Die, I Won’t Stay Dead. 2015. USA/Portugal. Directed by Billy Woodberry. Courtesy of Rosa Filmes]


Boston’s Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum houses a world-class art collection. But in the last two decades it’s been better known for the art that isn’t there — half a billion dollars’ worth of masterpieces that disappeared from its walls 25 years ago.

That robbery — which included the loss of three Rembrandts, a Vermeer, a Manet and sketches by Degas — has haunted Boston, law enforcement and the art world ever since. Boston Globe reporter Stephen Kurkjian has spent the last two decades investigating the heist. He’s the author of the book Master Thieves: The Boston Gangsters Who Pulled Off the World’s Greatest Art Heist. He tells NPR’s Renee Montagne how it happened:

“Two men dressed in police uniforms rang the bell to the employees’ entrance of the Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum,” he says. “They showed up on the monitor screen of one of the two night watchmen who were on duty that night. … They said, ‘We’re here to investigate a disturbance,’ so he buzzed them in.

Hear the rest of the story.

You can take a virtual tour of the missing art here – and hear security guard Rick Abath’s inteview with StoryCorps here.

– Petra

When I’m working on a book, I constantly retype my own sentences. Every day I go back to page one and just retype what I have. It gets me into a rhythm. Once I get over maybe a hundred pages, I won’t go back to page one, but I might go back to page fifty-five, or twenty, even. But then every once in a while I feel the need to go to page one again and start rewriting. At the end of the day, I mark up the pages I’ve done—pages or page—all the way back to page one. I mark them up so that I can retype them in the morning. It gets me past that blank terror.
—  Joan Didion

[Image shows line drawing of a figure wearing only an astronaut helmet, on a background that looks starry and collaged. Text reads: Call for Submissions: Handsome Boy Pilot, a digital queer outerspace zine]

Call for Submissions: Handsome Boy Pilot, a digital queer outer space zine

send to:

deadline: march 31, 2016

seeking writing & artwork on the theme of queers and outer space! suggested topics include sci-fi, glam rock, space exploration, sci-fi queer fan-art, history of lgbt+ people in space/space programs, cute space art,  and comics. poetry, art, photos, fashion, fiction, nonfiction,  and personal writing are welcome! please send a short bio if desired.