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 Leslie Patterson
Patterson writes creative nonfiction and fiction. She is currently working on a series of short stories concerning medicine and art and a novel set in the art world of nineteenth century Paris.
Publications
- Forthcoming Fall 2008 Matter "Revolutionary Women of the Ironing Board," personal essay.
- 2008 Big Land, Big Sky, Big Hair: Best of the Texas Poetry Calendar, "San Antonio, Texas, 1975."
- 2008 Outrider Press/Tallgrass Writers Anthology Wild Things, "The Animal Painter," short story. 2nd place winner in annual Tallgrass contest.
- 2008 Fourth Genre, "Drinking from the Fairy's Thimble," personal essay.
- 2007 Fish Publishing Short Historical Fiction Contest, "The Medical Glance."
- 2006 Tiny Lights "A Few Small Nips." First prize winner in the 12th Annual Tiny Lights Essay Contest.
- 2005 Matter, "It's Not How It Looks, It's How It Feels," personal essay.
- 2005 Bellevue Literary Review, "The Great Imitator," (full text available online), short fiction.
- 2005 Ballyhoo Stories, "The Memory of Elephants," short fiction.
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Excerpt (from It's Not How It Looks, It's How It Feels)
The nurse stares professionally into the distance as the pads of her fingers circle around the perimeter of my right breast. Then she starts to do the same with my left breast but stops abruptly above the nipple.
"Do you know you have a lump?" she asks me.
No. Of course not. I am nineteen years old. Nineteen-year-old girls don't get lumps. As far as I'm concerned, nineteen-year-old girls don't even feel their own breasts.
The nurse places my fingers on the lump and rocks my hand back and forth. Like a rubber raft on water, the lump rocks beneath my skin in response.
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