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Distillation, sestina by Joe Samuel Starnes
Way back in early times when we hunted down on Knob Creek tracking the claw steps of wild turkey we cherished the company of Old Grand-Dad and tales of his friend Jim Beam whom he called Old Crow. He told of the squawk of … Continue reading
Whitetail, poem by Misty Marie Rae Skaggs
I scare easy. Like a wobble-kneed fawn, greedily gobbling down daisy heads that grow abundant in the steep, blind curve of the one lane, gravel way home. You come up on me, cool as a cucumber made salt pickle on a summer day. And I may meet your eye … Continue reading
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Jaguar for Sale by Misti Rainwater-Lites
He fucked her hard from 11:11 p.m. to 12:17 a.m. It was the damn Viagra. After he came on her tits he rolled over, fell asleep, snored like a goddamn blizzard or tornado or old school wooden roller coaster. He … Continue reading
THE FINAL VICTORY OF LIEUTENANT GENERAL JOHN BELL HOOD, CONFEDERATE STATES OF AMERICA, fiction by Thom Bassett
He kept the canvas tourniquet strap Canklin used to amputate his right leg at Chickamauga beneath the mattress of the twins’ crib. Anna saw him at night, leaning on the crutch, kept from his days of command, his right hand … Continue reading
Christmas with Nola, fiction by Joey Dean Hale
Greg had been seeing Nola for over a year and a half and he was pretty sure he loved her. At least it felt like love with all the crazy sex and good times. They were both twenty and friends … Continue reading
Marshmallows, fiction by Jacob Knabb
It all started like this. We were in the kitchen microwaving marshmallows, watching ‘em grow into big lumpy blobs before they exploded, when Jeannie-Gaye came home. We were nuking marshmallows because we had already run out of grapes. Grapes were … Continue reading
Wilfred, poem by Sandra Giedeman
He was proud of his blue tick hounds, his sixty acres of hills, hollows, creeks filled with copperheads and cottonmouths; nights utterly still except when a smell or sound riled the hounds from their sleep to bay like old mourners. My … Continue reading
The Burial of the Dead, fiction by Murray Dunlap
They shaved his beard for the funeral. I can’t begin to understand why. Who told them to do it? He looked like pink-cheeked drag queen. But the funniest thing was watching my brothers squirm in that front pew. The four … Continue reading
Love and Hope, poem by William Taylor Jr.
Baby we had such a good thing going back before we ruined it with all that talk of promises and dreams and all that other pretty junk that only served to break our silly hearts love and hope never brought us nothing but pain baby … Continue reading
Estuary, fiction by Caroline Kepnes
It was a bad idea, smoking up in the parking lot before going in, but it was too late now so Laura took another hit. Women were such suckers. In Laura’s next life, she’d invent Bath & Body Works and … Continue reading
