I said everyone has a memory of walking through a field of corn, and you said it wasn’t corn…
Their Memories by Jude Higgins
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Issue #8
Howard’s Girl by Jane Zingale
It’s August in the midwest. I’m fifteen and me and my cousin Coreene sit on the top step of her front porch.
Lulu by Bill Cook
“The therapist says I’m a wreck,” the husband said.
“We’ve already established that,” said Lulu.
The Woman by Ania Vesenny
They found her body in the mountains, face burned. In her locker at the train station they found nine passports and three wigs.
133 Words I Lost in My Memoir by Beverly Jackson
The slam of cupboards and loud singing wakes me. I have to get my bearings, the strange bed, the fog in my head. Who is that? Wait, familiar voice.
Piggish by Robert Shapard
I was a piggish child, thin and small. I wore glasses and would eat anything—it was my way of knowing the world. I ate mold, weeds, shoe polish, and fish food. I tasted shit.
I Begin to Recognize my Lost Loves on TV at 3 a.m. by Doug Cornett
On channel 232, a group of panty-hose-faced robbers shout orders in the airy lobby of a bank, waving their guns in front of them like majorettes.
It’s Not There by Lou Beach
“It’s not there.”
“What’s not there?”
“I’m not sure.”
Our Daughter by Wendy Oleson
Ever wish we’d picked another? You whisper at Mary’s party. Our daughter spits on her candles, dives into an ice cream cake with both fists.
When Gorillas Sleep by Frankie McMillan
I never touched the gorilla, I say. I got better things to do.
Strange by Steven Paul Lansky
Strange, but true: Water and ice freeze at the same temperature. And, steam and water boil at the same temperature.
Sleepwalking in Texas by Nicholas Cook
We move through the night, Burt and I. My brother who has stayed up past his bedtime. Who has followed me into the night where the crickets line against the houses deep in song
Mr. Switzerland by Marguerite Floyd
I think of you often, Mr. Switzerland. How you spoke perfect English and were not deterred by my accent.
Hair Change by Rupert Dastur
You shoulda seen the shock I had in the 70s, down to the shoulders, thick, dark, two fingers to the suits. And the burns along the jawline.