photography by Kelli Connell














Contributed By: Kelli Connell
photography by Kelli Connell
Return to table of contents for Issue 10 Fall 2016.
When we decided to co-edit an issue of MAYDAY Magazine dedicated to nonfiction, we knew we wanted to see as wide a range as possible. We were particularly interested in work that pushes or blurs the boundaries…
I’m going to stop coming out in the usual I don’t want to offend you way. I’ll tell the next children’s librarian who asks me my husband’s name about the time a cop held my wife against…
I heard my hands were yellow, and in the lines I could feel deeper, like tea I never knew what any of that means if colors have smells then yellow lingered in front of my…
The blurred cypress has its own quiet math as you speed divine with the white tongue of a cloud descending to lick a strip mall. Motion is a means to forget, so that each fluorescent…
dry county: what hydrates more than
water? / whatever it is / will it bring back
feeling in your limbs / will it stay in your
stomach during the august photoshoot you
showed up to woefully hungover?
When our group arrived at the put-in to the Chattooga River, Cathy, our veteran guide, was first to exit the car and get us unloading the paddling gear. All of us were rookie staff at the Nantahala Outdoor Center (NOC), a major rafting company in western North Carolina, but my girlfriend Jenn and I were the […]
I bought This dress, thinking Finally I’m sure, if not Of who, at least of what I am. I sashayed (sort of) around The boardwalk in it, beside VA beach, And I’m sure you’ve Never seen so many navy boys, Waves of them, blooming Out of the silk-white suits, nearly Blotting out the waves— Now […]