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Straitjackets Magazine
Summer 2017




WILD ONE
Momma wiped her hands on her apron, opened the closet and picked up the shotgun.
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I AM MY HAT
Of the choices available, I found the hat, above all else, the most expressive piece of clothing.
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THE DON'T GIRL
I can't remember when I first started thinking of myself as the Don't Girl
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AWAY FROM HOME
Quickly, she slipped under a heap of paper and cardboard overflowing from a pack of trashcans at the corner.
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LIFE ON THE MOUNTAIN
I woke up cuddled underneath a stack of blankets, gazing mindlessly into a dark room.
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A DAY WITH MISS SULLIVAN
She showed me vases that had been made to look like the ones she had dug up from a site in Greece.
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THE SPANISH LESSON
The huge homemade cinnamon rolls were drenched in warm sugar frosting, and the coffee, fresh, hot, and ten cents a cup.
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GROWING OOOOLD
Each morning I wake up on the road to Oz, A rusty tin man waiting for a can of oil
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TROPICAL BURGER PARADISE
At Mike's Magic Burgers, the food and some of the people are magic.
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AN ADDICTION
It started innocently enough in childhood with a simple "See Spot run." What would Dick and Jane do next?
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EVENTIDE
A vagrant breeze, tugging at tall grasses and dancing through the trees
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DANGEROUS FOREST
Whenever it grew dark in the Dangerous Forest, Mother used to say that the trees themselves were frightened.
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