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NASCAR, poem by Perry Higman
NASCAR (Pennsylvania 500 at POCONO, July, 1998) To: Governor Tom Ridge of Pennsylvania, giving a guest politician's dull monotone delivery of the command, "Gentlemen, — start — your — engines," at the start ofthe Pennsylvania 500 at Pocono – From: the young … Continue reading
Lazarus, fiction by Brenda Rose
His boy had been dead eight days when the preacher picked up the black, worn King James Bible with his name engraved in gold on the leather cover, and reinserted himself in the pulpit of the Mt. Calvary Holy Ghost … Continue reading
GOD DIDN'T GET ME NO WEED, by Mather Schneider
Me and Little John were sitting at the bus station behind the wheels of our taxi cabs. We were far, far down on the cab cue, so we wouldn't get a fare for a while. It was a depressing place to be, … Continue reading
Hill Tide, fiction by William Trent Pancoast
As Violet jostled among the church crowd and exchanged greetings, she tried to recall the sound of the spring that spurted year round from the base of the hill behind the cabin. But the voices and heat prevented her from … Continue reading
What He Asked, and How She Answered, fiction by Brian Carr
At the window, with it open, as rain sang across the land once dry, so the rain slipped in threads of current down cracks and toward the lows, the man wiped his glasses free of spray—beads that had hit the … Continue reading
poetry by G.M. Palmer
September The night sweats through the humidity, our humanity exhausted on the porch collapses from the draw of breath through the thick Autumn air. Steam and mosquitoes, blood and bile are mingling with the mist of burning crosses, churches, forests as our spirits … Continue reading
Moon in the Holler, poetry by Gina Williams
A full moon is following me home. In the rearview mirror, it winks at me, an evil clown, a psycho killer. Biggest in a hundred years. Old preacher says it’s a sign, predicts earthquakes and insanity, says God and the moon … Continue reading
Retrieve, poetry by Michelle Askin
How did you ever think you would justify anything as good, after abandoning her for sweet prayer in a stone fruit orchard or wonderful deed saints you held in the knowing? How about your holy hand to try art: cupping chopped off chicken heads … Continue reading
Four Day Worry Blues, fiction by Murray Dunlap
Round 1: I’m naked to the waist. The first blow comes in low and fast. I weave left, but his fist catches my right oblique. I spit blood onto bare feet and uppercut with my right. I miss. His jab … Continue reading
light year ghazal by Dennis Mahagin
Oh, I can hear the crickets swarm, on warm starry nights harping rhapsodies: it's as if their surf-like sighs might span even light years. When fireflies … get the act together… right? Teaching rainbows, jelly fish, meteors' moons and tides: how … Continue reading
