Iowa Writes

First Memory

It was a rainy spring night, and I walked the narrow street. The world was tranquil. I even sang merrily because I was a little boy and knew nothing of the dreadfulness of the world.

Suddenly a man furiously drunk, tottering, shouting, kicking, and knocking on windows recklessly, showed himself and split the world in a moment.

I ran home. It was my first experience of the outside world, of fear.

Now that I know I'm a poor coward, I wish I could forgive the furious man because (I may be wrong) I think he fears the world like me.

About Iowa Writes

Since 2006, Iowa Writes has featured the work of Iowa-identified writers (whether they have Iowa roots or live here now) and work published by Iowa journals and publishers on The Daily Palette. Iowa Writes features poetry, fiction, or nonfiction twice a week on the Palette.

In November of 2008, the United Nations Educational, Scientific and Cultural Organization (UNESCO) designated Iowa City, Iowa, the world's third City of Literature, making the community part of the UNESCO Creative Cities Network.

Iowa City has joined Edinburgh, Scotland and Melbourne, Australia as UNESCO Cities of Literature.

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This poem originally appeared in Volume 5, Number 1 of 100 Words, a journal published by the University of Iowa's International Writing Program between 1993 and 1998. Each piece in the journal had to be 100 words or fewer, and each issue had a theme. This issue's theme was "On Memory."

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on March 20, 2008

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