In the midst of anxiety, I got some wonderful news. For the past three years, I’ve entered Hippocampus Magazine’s Remember November creative non-fiction contest. During the early evening of November 1, I found out this year’s submission, 1001 Nights, had won. In my letter to the editor, I described the piece as a love song to women….
The Art of Kissing
He had a Levi’s denim jacket he wore over a plain, white tee-shirt when he rode his dirt bike in the woods behind his house. Back then the woods went on forever, emerald green and pine scented, thick layers of spongy needles under your soles muffling sounds of mischief. He may have ridden his Yamaha on…