by Joan Axelrod-Contrada I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my favorite plum-colored corduroys and yanked with all my might. “Come on,” I muttered, determined to show who wore the pants in the family. The cords cooperated reluctantly as I shimmied like a go-go dancer to get them over my thighs. So far, so […]
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by Fanny Rothschild One day my pregnant daughter and my son-in-law were living with me in Buenos Aires, Argentina and the next day they were disappeared. One evening we were eating bife and pasta together, and the next I was staring across an empty table. One night a green Falcon hovered below my window and
by Anita Pappas-Raposa I am haunted by a small bird that flew into my chimney. I came home from the hospital on a Thursday, a day early. Not because I’m so well; just couldn’t take the noise. Exiting the car, I see cheerful roofers flinging shingles into a large black net in the front and
by Aine Greaney The Volkswagen van was sapphire blue with a line of dirty windows under a white vinyl roof. When we kids raced across the farmyard to investigate, the VW’s interior stank of old vinyl. Our house and farm sat at the end of a bóithrín or dirt road, behind our country village in
by Mohammad Yadegari As Iranians living in Iraq, every summer, when school was out, and occasionally in between, our family would take a long trip to Iran. Our long-distance relatives outdid themselves trying to make us feel welcome by hosting lavish meals. They argued with one other, vying to be the first to invite us
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We\’re excited to announce the publication of WriteAngles Journal contributor Amy Gordon\’s first chapbook of poems, Deep Fahrenheit, put out by Prolific Press. The book may be purchased from the Prolific Press online bookstore. writeangles
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by Ann Averill During Christmas vacation I slept with a boy – for the first time – for all the wrong reasons. After Christmas vacation, I come home from school, turn on the tiny TV in the den, and change the channel to Dark Shadows, the soap opera I used to watch with my best
Thanks to all for a fabulous WriteAngles Journal reading at Forbes Library in Northampton on Monday, April 22, 2019. Back row (from left to right) Anita Pappas-Raposa, Beth Ann Jedziniak, Siegfried Haug, Steve Bernstein, Don Lesser, Alice Knox Eaton. Front row (left to right) Madelaine Zadik, Mohammad Yadegari, Joan Axelrod-Contrada, Ann Averill, Amy Gordon. writeangles
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Flash Fiction and Memoir Monday, April 22, 2019 7:00-8:30 pm Community Room, Forbes Library, Northampton MA Contributors to WriteAngles Journal, an online publication of WriteAngles, Inc., will read their short, short stories and personal essays. Everyone attending the reading will be eligible to submit to the spring/summer edition of the journal. The event is free
by Don Lesser I never made cassoulet for Mitch, and now I never will. Mitch, a real-estate lawyer in midtown Manhattan, was married to my cousin in a happy second marriage for both. Mitch could be nasty, but he loved my cousin and, when he saw that I did too, accepted me into his inner
