Monthly Archives: September 2008

Flinging Themselves at Light by Brad D. Green

Posted on September 23, 2008 by Rusty

A gath­er­ing of the fam­i­ly today with­out a death. A rare occur­rence. Nor­mal­ly it is a loss that pulls our short­­­ly-flung ranks back to a home base. Not today. Just hot dogs and ham­burg­ers and my-how-you've-grown or my-how-you've-lost. There is … Con­tin­ue read­ing →

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R.I.P. James Crumley

Posted on September 21, 2008 by Rusty

Damn it. I had to find out he'd died through Face­book. Not that I want­ed a direct line, but you hate to hear about death that way, a casu­al note from peo­ple who knew him per­son­al­ly, espe­cial­ly when he loomed … Con­tin­ue read­ing →

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Chicken's Gotta Stand It, by Jim Parks

Posted on September 19, 2008 by Rusty

The dawn was frosty on Birmingham's south side. It was a late spring. These were the days that would make or break me, days of deci­sion, days of choos­ing between life and an igno­min­ious ear­ly death. I had made the hard­est … Con­tin­ue read­ing →

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Hi All

Posted on September 18, 2008 by Rusty

Busy times here. I wish I could say I'm hav­ing fun, but I'm not. Look for new con­tent very soon, though. In the mean­time, I ran across this poem that hits me where I live in its last few phras­es, … Con­tin­ue read­ing →

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No Reason Not To by Mary Akers

Posted on September 12, 2008 by Rusty

She’s got good days and bad days. Some­times the days pass right quick-like, and she’ll go for hours, push­ing it down and for­get­ting. But even­tu­al­ly the thoughts slip back in, cen­ti­pede-like, through a crack in her con­cen­tra­tion. Then that bright pain … Con­tin­ue read­ing →

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Frank Stanford

Posted on September 10, 2008 by Rusty

Frank Stan­ford is a poet I came to late in my life–like most of the poets I'm read­ing now–as I was cast­ing around for some­thing new to inspire me. I found first the col­lec­tion of his work at the Alsop … Con­tin­ue read­ing →

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New Domain!

Posted on September 8, 2008 by Rusty

You may have noticed some kinks as we moved to http://​www​.fried​chick​e​nand​cof​fee​.com. Sor­ry about that. Look for reg­u­lar cov­er­age to come soon.

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None So Blind by Donna D. Vitucci

Posted on September 5, 2008 by Rusty

"You'll kill a plant if you touch it when you're bleed­ing," she told me. "Leaves will shriv­el, fruit drop from the vine. Not just any blood. Mind me, I'm talk­ing the month­lies." Mama raised me up with super­sti­tion. In the … Con­tin­ue read­ing →

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Why I Send What I Do

Posted on September 4, 2008 by Rusty

Justin sug­gest­ed in com­ments I talk a lit­tle bit about pay­ment terms, as in why I sent cer­tain books to the peo­ple I pub­lish here, which seems like a good idea, as I've now fin­ished pack­ag­ing them for mail­ing tomor­row. … Con­tin­ue read­ing →

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Jerry Reed Dead at 71

Posted on September 3, 2008 by Rusty

A sad day. R.I.P., Snow­man. Around the time of Smokey –linked as if you don't know it–seen below in the video accom­pa­nied by Jer­ry Reed's "East Bound and Down," like every­one else in the coun­try, the Barnes fam­i­ly was into truck­er lin­go and … Con­tin­ue read­ing →

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