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It began with the Andora. The stylist at the bridal boutique had selected the Fleur, the Reagan, and the Andora gowns to try on, but in the end, it was just the Andora. Maya knew this. It was too perfect. She hadn’t been prepared to spend the money that day, but the best things in life are often surprises, or at least that’s what she…
While my mother was getting her stomach pried open to remove a child formedwrong side up, my father sat in the hospital lobby balancing yellow notebookpaper and pen on legs half-feeling and unsteady as he wrote a letter never to befinished to a daughter never to be known. I sleep with the trailing last sentenceunder my pillow, whispering it into darkness like a prayer. A…
24 Hour Submission Window OPEN NOW! All genres, < 1,000 words This round, we’re not asking you to write toward a particular theme. We want to see what you’ve written lately. What problems, thoughts, or questions are swirling around your mind and coming out through your fingertips? Due to limitations in reading time, we’re accepting submissions for 24 hours, or until we hit our submission…
after A Field in England I’ve been here before. A walking ghost before purposeappeared. Eyes rolling, billowing black sleeves, a manleads a group through a field. His smile shrieks.The others hold the corded rope tied around his torso.His arms look severed. They float. He points the way.I see my reflection in his black robe. The days I babbledand thought I was called come to mind….
Jan Grue suffers from a muscular disorder that prevents muscle growth, causing him to spend most of his time in a wheelchair. In his memoir, he discusses what it is like to live with that disability, but, more importantly and as with all memoirs, he writes about what it is like to learn to be himself. The appeal of all memoirs, as with all literature,…