"I did not see the woman jump, nor did I see her fall, but I can somehow hear the faint swish of her skirt as she leaped over the rooftop's brick rim, sailed through the cloaked London sky, and landed with a crack on the sidewalk where bystanders gaped, shrieked, turned their heads, gripped their knees, heaving."
A barrel of laughs, no? But the whole essay is trying to talk about memory--both good and bad--so I thought I should begin it with one of the more chilling memories I have, when a young woman committed suicide near my apartment in London.
Anyway, Gulf Coast is one of my favorite literary magazines--not only is it real classy, but the editors are a dream to work with, and they care a lot about their writers. If you haven't checked Gulf Coast out, you definitely should!
Also, let's call this a giveaway (yes, it's kind of shoddy, but doesn't giveaway make it sound way more fun!?) So, Giveaway Time!!! If you would like, I have an extra copy or two of this issue that I would love to give to one of you! Just let me know if you're interested in the comments (or email), and I'll get it out to you!
Finally, I love writing but man, this whole full-time job is kind of a killjoy... One of these days, I'll get this thing figured out. I have two more essays slated to come out later this summer and fall, so I'll keep posted!
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