Here's my stab at a memoir

I am a product of division.

You know the drill...

...Write your story about this photo (shot by Josef Koudelka) in the comments section.

I'll pay for it. Stop moaning.

Hunger

Love.
Money.
Fame.
Still want more.

I have this on a t-shirt

"Love will tear us apart. Again." -Ian Curtis

First post

Wrote this at the Six-Word Memoirs reading I recently went to with Josh.

"Colors bleed. Bones crumble. Love shatters."

A beer tastes better with company.

The End

I finished War and Peace. Finally.

Mechanical snakes slither through my city.

A New Exercise

I've had this idea for awhile: write a 6-word short story from a photograph. You know, find a story in the image and tell it.

So here we go. This is a photograph I saw this afternoon in a gallery of Thanksgiving photos at Slate.com. This image was shot by Erich Hartmann in New York City, in 1961, during a Thanksgiving dinner at a homeless shelter. I'm going to try to write a story (in the "comments" section) inspired by the photograph, but I'm not kidding myself here: this image needs no words to tell the story; the photographer has already said all there is to be said.

Happy Thanksgiving.