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Rooster Slaughter Day, essay by Dena Rash Guzman
Part 1 (I Return In Muck Boots) Waiting for the slaughter with Ines and her daughter, I have exhausted my Spanish. They are here to conduct the killings. We are culling our flock. "Hola. Mi hombre es Dena. Soy un Dena. Mi … Continue reading
Prairie, fiction by Ben Werner
His team had won the state championship and after the celebration on field petered out and the lights atop the poles had clunked off for the last time, he went to the party. Picked up Bre on the way there, … Continue reading
Back End Errors
I'm not sure what's happening, but I'm losing scheduled posts. There may be a delay as regards future posts depending on how quickly I can work out what's going on.
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The Emily Interview, fiction by Stephanie Dickinson
* Remember for me the day your mother made you quit school. February 1902. I help her pluck two chickens and yet I want to clean away her crime. Wipe the red rain from the snow where the hens struggled … Continue reading
Just Figures, essay by Jackson Connor
Just Figures I. Coleman There’s nothing on the ice but wind. Tiny tides of peppery lake-effect snow whirl around the surface of the lake, weaving in and out of blue-tarp shanties that seem to coast across the ice exactly … Continue reading
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Two Poems by Timothy Gager
reply to the grumpy cashier at the fast food restaurant Hello Sunshine! just make my damn sandwich ‘cause at minimum wage that’s what you’re here for Just a reminder: no one died on a cross making that bun the body of Christ and … Continue reading
Dog, fiction by Charles McLeod
When I was twelve my dad stole payload from auger mines a county north of where we lived. Mom had fallen off a truss bridge drunk the summer prior and no thing, small or large, would bring her back. So … Continue reading
Treet™, Trash, and Pride: Finding Out What It Means for Me to Be Southern, essay by Kevin Brown
I have lived almost all of my life in the South, but I have never felt particularly Southern. However, the two years I have lived outside of the South have taught me just how wrong I have been. They have … Continue reading
The Miner's Friend, by Jeff Kerr
I fight the Mack truck around the bends of the mountains and I’m goddamned tired. Going back to pick up the last load of coal at Number 16 over on the Virginia side. My arm is sunburnt and hangs out … Continue reading
Kicking to Go On, fiction by Samuel Snoek-Brown
His heart knocked like a fist against his breastbone as his own knuckles beat against the heavy metal door. A desperate yapping came ricocheting toward him from inside. He bounced on his feet to keep warm; he hadn’t imagined a … Continue reading
