Straitjackets Magazine

EDITORIAL

It was our first night in America.

I felt a bead and heard the patter strike against my cheek

I'm going to cream you, Jake!

Below our small plane, snow blanketed Kodiak Island. We'd fished these waters in rain, but never snow. "Do the kings know it's time to run?"

The writer's group, seated around the table, listened to the soprano sing her story.

We stood at the top of the cliff where, during the battle, Okinawans had been forced to jump to their deaths

As I neared home, the Golden Arches lit the sky. Wouldn't hot chocolate taste good before I turned in for the night?

I drill down to a single blade My mind is open I sense the green

What stands out in Room 221 is Freddie.

Cousin Minnie Pearl, the undisputed queen of country comedy, wore her usual floral, flour sack dress and her famous straw hat with the $1.98

The ticket window faced the street, with a set of double green doors on either side.

The pin was two black cats sitting back to back with their tails entwined

There were at least five of us over a fifteen to twenty year period drawn into her service by the lure of a dime.

These are the war stories one rarely hears.

Somebody raise George Orwell from his grave,

Summer 2018