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Noise, fiction by Allen Hope
At a quarter past six Slade realized he’d not make it to Marilyn’s Pub ‘n Sub in time for his meet-up with Jackson Saunders. He knew Saunders was a stickler for punctuality, but he still hoped to find him parked … Continue reading
Poems by Joshua Michael Stewart
GO TO SLEEP YOU LITTLE BABY In her arms is a blue-eyed boy with a dirty face. Under her flowered dress, she has another on the way. They’ve been living out of an ’85 Buick Riviera, parking all along the … Continue reading
Dog Days, fiction by Kevin Winchester
Even before the cash changes hands Ard is thinking of how quickly the eight ball will be gone. The count looks light but it always does any more. He unwraps the twist tie, touches his little finger to the rock, … Continue reading
Razor Dance, poem by Wendy Ellis
Bill stood in his socks a thousand times before this dimpled mirror– at this pitted, stained sink with its small rubber plug on a little, coiled chain. Bill's straight razor rested across the top of a heavy ceramic shaving mug. The mug held … Continue reading
Poems by Karen Lockett Warinsky
Tough Girls We were a little afraid of those girls– tough girls in our town– the life they came from. Lank hair, wiry bodies with taut faces, expressions hardened by scant meals, their eyes plunged through ours as they sized us up, black liquid eyeliner … Continue reading
Mama's Last Love Song, poem by Joe Samuel Starnes
The sun goes down and it gets cold. Our children are behaving like dogs. The snakes are sleeping deep in their holes, fiery red and orange has faded from the leaves and our cups are brimming with bourbon. A blue sky is slowly … Continue reading
The Great William Gay
has died, but will not be forgotten. These are some well-known facts in William Gay’s official biography: that he lived in a cabin in the woods, that he didn’t use email, that he worked in construction his whole life until … Continue reading
Cat Killing, fiction by James Alan Gill
Every time I tell this story, about me helping Charlie McMaster kill a whole passel of cats, people tend not to believe it. Maybe it’s that they can’t imagine real people living this way, and for that I can’t blame … Continue reading
Poems by Karen Weyant
She Likes to Work Graveyard She knows that the truck driver at the counter wants the pot rot, the thick pool of crusted coffee that’s been sitting for hours. She waits on the women off second shift at M&C Parts, their Ladies … Continue reading
Country Music, fiction by Miriam Kotzin
The Cabin is one of those bars that has at least three pick-up trucks parked on the side no matter when, and inside it's dark and smells like beer as though a fine party had gone on the night before, … Continue reading
