MEMOIR
An account of one’s personal life and experiences; autobiography. A record of events written by a person having intimate knowledge of them and based on personal observation. A biography or biographical sketch.
The Versatility of Insects and Angst
by Brett Stout I sit here night after night looking for something. I sit here night after night looking for someone. I sit here night after night looking for anything. I have a disease, a disease of loneliness and isolation. The grasp of winter depression and angst is here again. I procrastinate and make excuses. […]
by Jan Wiezorek Ms. Hinchon’s left elbow bothered her again, so she bent her arm twice before maneuvering the wiggly silver canoe toward the shore. Someone was walking along the beach in her direction, south along the lake. She could not tell how far away that someone was. Floating eastward, she paddled till the bow […]
by Timothy L. Smith When he was two, his mother started the blanket. She used the heavy needles her mother handed down to her when she was a young girl, the same needles her grandmother and her grandmother’s mother had used for their children’s blankets. She gathered the yarn from various places and markets, but always […]
by Kent Monroe My father piloted B52s for the Strategic Air Command during the height of the Cold War, and it’s a damn fine thing my mother wasn’t beside him in the cockpit, because if she was our journey to the stars would have been placed on pause for a century or three. Trust me. […]
by Ronald Gauthier “I guess the news made its way to you by now, John, but I called to let you know the decision in case you didn’t.” The voice came drumming in a monotone so dry and unpredictable that it belied its seriousness. But John, now listening with his own heart pounding and his […]
The Adventures of a Postmodern Keyhole Bandit
by Brett Stout My parents always made me go outside around noon on every Saturday afternoon. I remember it clearly, because Transformers came on at 10:30 a.m. and it was followed directly by Saved by the Bell. Every Saturday after my cartoons were over and lunch was devoured, which mainly consisted of Spaghettio’s and grilled […]
