Straitjackets Magazine

Spring 2018

Where at a distance you would rise a growing lift to Paradise

An aura of resolve emanated from Annie May that overload all about her. She was of an otherworldly intelligence ...

“Ed, he’s gone. Banjo’s gone. He died this morning,” the woman cried into the telephone. Between hiccups and blasts on a handkerchief...

I learned the willingness to unabashedly shake one's hips was an important prerequisite for the rumba, the mambo, the cha-cha and the samba.

Thinkingitwasthebluesky I'vehitthewall

I miss him jumping up on the stall door to get my attention while I fed the horses.

Angela said Papà wanted to show me his special lamp.

She created a huge roster of additions to my ever-present honey-do list. The list hangs over my head like a guillotine.

I took Amber to the vet, who put him on Valium. It settled him down to where he calmly pees on the wall, the floor, the slider.

When I am old and gray and my bark is not as ferocious

Gregor, the car, wouldn't even let me call him "The Car." He was a Transport Manager.

Spring 2018