By D. K. McCutchen I was dancing in the Land of the Long White Cloud. Just dancing. The Otago Zoology Department dress code seemed to be dowdy nightgowns and frayed tweed. My eye was on the one other outsider stomping out a Haka in black motorcycle leathers (dear reader, I married him). An almost-friend burst …
By Marty Damon My grandfather’s big white-washed brick house in Oklahoma was where I spent much of the summer during my pre-air conditioning childhood. My family drove across country from our home in Virginia, the hot summer wind whipping through the car. When our car finally pulled into the hotly shimmering slate-covered drive, my grandparents …
By Laura Elizabeth Nelson O New York, my mistress, my summer lover How many times must we say Farewell? You take my hand, pull me into your blistered masses You ask me to remove my shoes And I do I follow you I walk along in bare feet across tapestries woven In blood in dreams …
By Patricia Lee Lewis Uncle Blake, red nose, bright hooded eyes, that funny smell I now know was booze, I was crazy about you. You can drive this thing, Sugar, of course you can, with those long legs of yours. Just git up on that seat and push the pedals. I need some help down …
We have published the first two flash memoir entries in our newly launched journal, by Laura Elizabeth Nelson and Patricia Lee Lewis. Please take a look! We will be posting more soon. writeangles
