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Tag-A-Long, fiction by Misty Marie Rae Skaggs
My fuzzy, earliest memories unfold in a sprawling house on a hill. A house situated at the peak of a ridge, overlooking a bright green holler we filled with corn and tomatoes and beans and a strawberry patch I loved … Continue reading
Her Daddy's Money, fiction by William Matthew McCarter
Her Daddy’s Money was the hottest rock club in the Parkland; filled with Technicolor brilliance; a kaleidoscope of lights pulsing to the beat of primal music that penetrated and inundated the senses as it changed the milky white skin of … Continue reading
Poor Town, fiction by Kathryn Kulpa
It’s a poor town. Garbage piles up on sidewalks, bursting out of split bags, sour and milky donut shop coffee running in brackish rivers to the curb. Nobody comes to pick up the garbage, or sometimes they do, not every … Continue reading
HUCK & TOM in SOUTHERN ILLINOIS circa 1983, fiction by Joey Dean Hale
In 1977 Huckleberry Finn toppled into a salt water pit, reaching for the cap that had dropped off his head as he stooped over while attempting to catch a bullfrog with his bare hands and Tom Sawyer reached down from … Continue reading
The Stonekings, fiction by Willi Goehring
Once, when I was naked, running around in the woods, I could have sworn I saw an old friend I used to play fiddle with. He'd been out there for months, the way I saw him, and had only the … Continue reading
Redneck Raindance by Willie Smith
It threatened rain, so I got out my gun, got in the car and gunned it on down to the graveyard, where it was dark and nobody would know, but I knew the clouds would see clear. I got out and got my gun out, … Continue reading
Sparks on the Turnaround, fiction by Marsha Mathews
With her hands clapped over her ears, Birdie Dee tried to read Hobart’s lips. Thick and pink, they curled and stretched, puckered and parted. But she couldn’t figure if he was complimenting her or cussing her. All she could hear … Continue reading
Sheldon Compton's The Same Terrible Storm
One of the ways I judge my fiction is by its relative veracity. It bugs the hell out of me when writers get easy things wrong: gun details, car details, wildlife, you name it. In Sheldon Compton's The Same Terrible … Continue reading
Sevier Juvenile,fiction by Matthew Funk
Andy kept knocking his head against the wall. Everybody in the courthouse lobby just watched. Some held hushed conversation, stared down the clock, pumped their leg. Jolene scooted away from the damp slap of the boy beating his simple head against … Continue reading
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Two Poems by Glenn Hollar
Bottle Rocket Ars Poetica And if we banged into the absurd, we shall cover ourselves with the gold of owning nothing. —Cesár Vallejo I wonder if the great poets ever had this problem I think, as a bottle rocket cuts … Continue reading
