Straitjackets Magazine

EDITORIAL

This time, his grandfather must have forgotten his nose

My top ten midlife fiction stories not ranked in order.

We found his life among his tools

Write a story or poem inspired by this photo

We each cupped one of her hands in ours, the way you would hold a bird

I didn’t want to know about all his nefarious practices and illegal racketeering.

As soon as Nugget stepped into the apparently shallow stream, she began to sink

Still water reflects the evening sky as the rowboat drifts to a slow stop

I had the dating habits of a cuckoo

Thank God for old trees

She’ll take her treasure off the fridge, Hold it to her heart, and put it away

The pen I live in is so small it is hard to move around

The old codger was right. The insider crimes were all over.

I find I can no longer testify

In the twisting vines, we were only armed With a headlamp and a pair of shears

I want you to find the money. A lot of it is hidden. And--I want to know who his girlfriend is

Rockport, MA