Monthly Archives: July 2009

If Only it Had Rained Cats and Dogs, fiction by John Sharp

When hur­ri­cane Kat­ri­na fin­ished bury­ing New Orleans it swept up the cen­tral Unit­ed States, turn­ing into thun­der­storms that dumped rain and hail on the Mid­west, and ulti­mate­ly drop­ping an alli­ga­tor into the back­yard of Joe Pringle of Wingett Run, Ohio, … Con­tin­ue read­ing

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Justice Boys, by Sheryl Monks

Rita takes the baby, still scream­ing, from the tub of water, lays him on his back on the floor between her legs, kneads his stom­ach, fit to burst, with her fin­gers. Beside them, shards of soap, home­made sup­pos­i­to­ries. His face … Con­tin­ue read­ing

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Survivalism: Not Just For the Right-Winged Anymore

Orig­i­nal fic­tion, essays,and poet­ry com­ing tomor­row or the next day; it's been a bit of a wreck around here last week and this. Had to make a quick trip back to my par­ents to vis­it my 95-year-old grand­ma, who is … Con­tin­ue read­ing

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Boner Jones, fiction by Antonios Maltezos

Bon­er Jones would see about get­ting a pair of mould­ed insoles made for his feet like the crip­ples wear, so the bot­toms of his shoes would hit the ground prop­er­ly. He would have his pants tai­lor made, stitched spe­cial so … Con­tin­ue read­ing

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Armed America…

This is a place­hold­er post, kind of, while we trek kids all over MA and while I try to recov­er from what­ev­er made me sleep for 19 hours yes­ter­day. Feel­ing like crap, in oth­er words. My fam­i­ly owned a lot of … Con­tin­ue read­ing

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A Visit to the Titty Bar

The first girl that came out was a lava lamp. As if her arms moved through water. Her warm motion prac­ticed and secure. Shad­ows gath­ered under her breasts. Cop­per light ovaled across her bel­ly, licked down her thigh. Her eyes … Con­tin­ue read­ing

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[youtube=] My friend Ray remind­ed me of this song on Face­book. I don't real­ly have much to say about it–love John Prine–except that the movie he ref­er­ences, Dad­dy and Them, might have been real­ly good, but it's sad­ly not. It's … Con­tin­ue read­ing

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Sunday Afternoon at Earl's, fiction by Randy Lowens

The driver's win­dow is down. Pave­ment hums beneath his tires, air beats against the rear wind­shield, and the engine howls as he climbs. A heifer moans from a shad­owed pas­ture on the road­side.  Logan gears down as he rounds a … Con­tin­ue read­ing

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A Review of Methland: The Death and Life of an American Small Town

I gakked this from Hal­vard John­son on Face­book. Not the meth, the review, dum­my. Let's hope it's theft he doesn't mind. It is the NY Times after all. By WALTER KIRN Pub­lished: July 1, 2009  Think glob­al­ly, suf­fer local­ly. This could be … Con­tin­ue read­ing

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