by Tamara Stenn It is 2019 and, after centuries of wandering, Robin Hood finds himself high in the Andes Mountains of Pachamama. The Earth Mother’s skirt folds as he seeks new ways in which to distribute resources and build equality. Pachamama is massive and encompassing, holding the world and all its inhabitants, ecosystems, and life […]
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We are in the process of finalizing meeting times with agents, Randy Zucco, and Hun Ohm. By Thursday everyone who has pre-registered for the conference and is still waiting will be contacted with details. We are closing pre-registration Thursday, but until then are still accepting people who want to meet with agents, Randy, or Hun.
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by Siegfried Haug “Name?” Shirley asks. Shirley knows my name. We’ve been hanging out for years at various small-town functions: lunch at the Council for Aging, Greenwood Music Camp . . . today, though is voting-day as she flips through our list of registered voters. All eight pages of it, and she has a hard
by Elaine Reardon Early June brings my sister’s birthday and memories of D-Day. For those of you who didn’t have a father who landed on the beaches of Normandy, I’ll explain that my sister’s birthday is June 3, and D-Day quickly follows on June 6. While one usually doesn’t celebrate D-Day, because it was so
WriteAngles committee member Cheryl Malandrinos is talking about our upcoming conference on WWLP’s Mass Appeal television show with host Danny New! You can watch the show on WWLP (NBC) on Friday, November 9 at 11 a.m. or view it by visiting www.wwlp.com/massappeal writeangles
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by Ellie Dias It’s an ominous sight. It’s red, incredibly red, and huge. It’s packed to the hilt and looks as if it’s going to explode on contact. For the first time, I see it fully packed. It seems bigger and heavier the closer I get. It appears as if I could fit inside with
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by Siegfried Haug The man squints and takes his cigarette out of his mouth. It is a signal for his neighbor to lean in a bit closer. The bar spills onto the sidewalk, steps away from our door. “Gatino.” I can see the lips forming the word. Kitten. Both men hold a morning-glass of Vermentino
by Ann C. Averill Halloween costumes, my mom made them all. Second grade, a hot pink gypsy skirt with black rickrack at the bottom and clip-on hoop earrings that I hoped made me look like dusky Mrs. Tuthill, the only mom I knew in my 1960’s suburb with pierced ears. Third grade, a glittering green
by Diane Kane I have lived a three-dog life. I know others who’ve had more, but three is enough for me. Growing up I never had a dog, but after I got married, I said to my husband, “I want a dog that looks like Ole Yeller.” Bear was a yellow lab puppy with paws
We have published a new contribution of a flash memoir by Mohammad Yadegari. writeangles
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