The Memoirist
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The Memoirist

What if my Prose and Poetry was, in fact, my Life’s Story?

A collection of many lives. I was a great kid. I could always be found up a tree, always in demand by other boys because I’d lead them into mischief. I felt like the untidiest boy who ever lived, wearing scarecrow clothes, piling autumn leaves higher than any other boy in class. I grew up thinking that every new day would bring another tree to…

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We publish memoirs, personal essays, and fictional memoir. Creative stories unpacked from the nostalgic hope chests of our lives.

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Harry Hogg

Harry Hogg

I was born in London, adopted, lived my youth on an island off the coast of Scotland. Now living between Colorado, Missouri, California. I write to be loved

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