The Editors dedicate this issue of Straitjackets Magazine to our friend, fellow editor, and author, JoLynne Buehring. We miss you, Jo.
The Editors dedicate this issue of Straitjackets Magazine to our friend, fellow editor, and author, JoLynne Buehring. We miss you, Jo.
Oh snap. Everyone must be at this pool party—there were no submissions.
Be creative! Write a story inspired by this photo.
“Let’s take this outside.” Flaco gestured toward my car. “You’re gonna see how I maintain respect.”
Sparklers and fireflies …
Someone washed the clothes last night
And washed the red ones with the white!
The “T” in Tahoe was testosterone.
After burying my guinea pig in the backyard, my dad leaned the shovel against the willow and
took my small hand into his big one.
What if our stories do not begin and do not end in a single lifetime?
Fifteen minutes ago Fitzroy Samson had extended his bail until the next hearing date.
“Timmy is the worst.”
In prolonged baritones beneath my sleep
chords from tires drone against the roadbed
… sitting at the table with my coffee, I planned his demise.
If flowers and blossoms and citrus trees and fruit could sing, which they can …
… the otherwise darkened street is illuminated by lights at the Botanica Mistica.
The fragile beauty
of the wildflower
in rainbow colors
Desire Dehau Reading a Newspaper in the Garden
by Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec