Every Pigeon

Readers of this blog know that I often post about memories. I've blended the art of flash with memoir to come up with flash memoir.

Memoir, unless you've had a ridiculously exciting life--such as people who survive a bridge collapse--most of us lead lives of quiet desperation--even Thoreau's life was made up of unmemorable experiences. The ordinary, the mundane.

And what can be more ubiquitous or mundane than a pigeon. Here in the city we call them flying rats. There's nothing special about them--mainly because they're EVERYWHERE.

A pigeon exemplifies the very idea of writing about the ordinary. Consider, then, submitting flash to http://everypigeon.com/

Every Pigeon publishes works which magnify the mundane.

Works that find significance in everyday routine, light and layered color in the grey coat of every pigeon.

We publish twice a year in June and December.

We favor work that puts its face right up to the glass.

Let us see the details of everyday life, the buttons and acorns found on a Tuesday afternoon, the stain on your shirt at the last staff meeting.

What is underneath? What is the sum of all these small things? Only you can show us.