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Monthly Archives: March 2016
if something is beautiful, poem by Mark Hartenbach
if something is beautiful it doesn’t have to say anything. it doesn’t have to matter. it doesn’t have to work it. it doesn’t have to fit in or be surrounded by complimentary esthetics. if something is beautiful the steam rises off … Continue reading
Southern Girl, fiction by Chella Courington
Homage to Jamaica Kincaid Don’t smoke cigarettes, and if you do, never smoke in the house or on a date; and by all means don’t walk while smoking or you’ll look trashy; don’t drink till you’re twenty-one, and not much … Continue reading
Honky-Tonk, poem by David Jibson
Outside, a mercury vapor lamp on its tall wooden pole throws blue fire down onto the gravel parking lot below, where cowboys riding pick up trucks instead of horses scuffle with each other in the shadows to preserve their honor. Blood and spit dampen the earth. … Continue reading
September Fields, poem by Andrew Taylor
Through hedgerow gaps between trees an undulation perhaps it’s to do with colour a golden calm sets in at summer’s end spiders come in from cooling night air heating is entertained flowers last through though the evenings don’t gather wood like windfalls essential … Continue reading
DWI, poem by CL Bledsoe
They pulled Dad over on the way home from visiting us at Aunt Louise’s house where we were staying while the divorce went through. His truck died, so he shut off his lights, cranked it, and flipped them back on. A cop … Continue reading
A Trip to Town, fiction by Nick Heeb
(originally appeared in Revenge) Stanley Thunder Hawk leaned back into the couch. He had just taken a snort of meth and the kick knocked him back against the torn upholstery. His heart raced and the world sped past, images blurred. … Continue reading
Donkey Lady Bridge, fiction by Misti Rainwater-Lites
There weren’t any prayers or tears left. Stormi was brought up Baptist and that shit was hard to shake. She was too intense and weird and had too many goddamn questions to be a Pinterest mom but her heart was … Continue reading
Nude with Boots, story by Tom Leins
"Same again – no ice." The barman glares at me. I don’t blame him. No one likes being told how to do their job. *** Slattery’s Meat Market is situated in an ugly, unremarkable part of town. It used to be a … Continue reading
Salute, fiction by William Trent Pancoast
I sit by a window on this twenty-degree-below-zero morning and think what it was like for my dad and all the other kids in the Ardennes trying to dig foxholes in the frozen rocky ground, with other kids trying to … Continue reading
Y’all Qaeda, poem by Marcus Bales
They don't believe in women's rights Or science data; Breakfast prayers provide their heights Of thought, but only for the whites, They see themselves as southern knights Who've got the Feds dead in their sights, … Continue reading
