Elizabeth Fletcher
writer, yoga therapist, Bowie fan | asst cnf editor Pithead Chapel | Pushcart nom | BOTN nom | wigleaf LL | Best Micro nom | stage NED | ope
Writing: www.esfletcher.com
- “I sit in the pew, handwritten eulogy of lies crumpled in my fist. The ink smears across the skin of my fingertips, just like your mothering did…” Gorgeous lyricism and sustained tension in this flash by @thewritelifeliz.bsky.social
- What a thrill to be part of @antiheroinchic.bsky.social comeback issue, and with such colleagues! You can check out my story “I Muse about Six Feet Under as I Wait to Speak at Your Funeral” here: heroinchic.weebly.com/blog/i-muse-...
- “We fed, feral, and, for once, we were not the ones disappearing. We grew strong.” Talk about a story landing at the right time. Live the dream in this new flash by @ramccafferty.bsky.social
- For the evening crowd
- Practice yoga, help Minnesota families.
