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Monthly Archives: September 2016
Joy Ride, fiction by Nick Kolakowski
The year Maxine turned fourteen she found her true calling, at the cost of two lives. Maxine spent her childhood mornings at the front window of the crumbling farmhouse where she lived with her brother Brad and mother Joan and … Continue reading
Faber #2, Graphite
Sometimes husbands take it well. This one cornered Mason at the roadhouse, drove a pencil up his ear canal. Registered disappointment when it hit bone, stopped. Mason dropped like an abbatoir steer, his newest girlfriend shouting, “Murderer!” Quieter husbands drink … Continue reading
Grandma Gone Out of Breeden West Virginia, poem by Tiff Holland
At home, the chicken coop was more sturdy than this house where the women gathered like hens around the grandmother in the box, my mother’s gram, laid out there in the front room, surrounded by the flowers that grew in the hills. I … Continue reading
Snaked, fiction by Morgan Boyd
We were gathering wood at an undisclosed location deep in the mountains when I heard a rattling in the pile. I dropped the wood in my arms, and drew my gun. “Don’t shoot,” Murray said. “I’m not getting bit way the fuck … Continue reading
Cool Air, fiction by James Owens
originally appeared in Kestrel The dog barked again. Ray lifted himself out of bed for a glass of water too warm from the tap in the bathroom, like drinking blood or drinking the night air that heat and humidity … Continue reading
Two Poems, by Larry D. Thacker
License I got a fishing license this morning. It’s good for small game besides fish–coyote, beaver, skunks, and groundhogs allowed year around. A varmint is a problem beast, a nuisance, they say, whose extermination is encouraged, an invasive vermin offering potential … Continue reading
Thicker than Water, fiction by Neva Bryan
“You are a beautiful tragedy. My grievous angel. Here, hold my eye.” My brother popped his prosthetic eye out of its socket and handed it to me. I heard a girl in the crowd say, “Eww.” I curled my hand into … Continue reading
Wayne Whitaker Freezes Hope in the Sights of His Kentucky Long Rifle, poem by Roy Bentley
From the photograph in The Mountain Eagle titled GUNSMOKE, you know Wayne Whitaker wears overalls and has a brother named Waylon. The article says Wayne is a native of Hallie, Kentucky. And in other news, a scandal sheet at Wayne’s feet … Continue reading
Baby's Breath, poem by Natalie Crick
On rainy days I give myself permission To touch the glass And see your remains: Tissues, shadows, All that is left Of you. Dancing with ghosts Over dark hills. Skylarks, old dear. When I stand in your old room I feel so sad that I masturbate … Continue reading
