Straitjackets Magazine

Fall 2021

I won't write about ten favorites because I really don't have ten favorites. I like the things I read. If I don't, I put the books...

Boo-hoo. There were no contest entries.

Write a story or poem inspired by this photo.

I awoke as the first large drops spattered against my tent.

Always seeking the painted sunsets

Leaves crunch underfoot

Excerpt from her memoir, “Hoosier Daughter”

So today I am bringing her Sangria

There stood Biddy, distraught to the point of madness

… anyone who turns in a gun will receive one hundred dollars in cash.

We’ll speak to the world as one, In the voice of the human race

His vessel lies dry-docked on the harbor shore

It’s almost over. Three candy bars are left.