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Jim, fiction by William Trent Pancoast
Jim twisted the skinny trunk of his body in a fast, violent jerk just as the cop grabbed the buckle of his left Harley Davidson boot. When the boot flopped off, Jim found himself sitting upright, ready to jump up … Continue reading
They Shall Seek Peace, fiction by Dennis Humphrey
Destruction cometh; and they shall seek peace, and there shall be none. Ezekiel 7:25 Izard County, Arkansas November, 1861 If Lemuel Clump had been just a little bit quicker, he’d have known when to act just a little bit slower. It … Continue reading
Cockerel, poem by Pat Smith Ranzoni
young man you must not think of me in fertile terms except as we both love languages for love must not think of me as the riper chick to favor for your volcanic quakes I’m a plump old biddy foolish for a cock spouting his best doodle-doo come when you’d like I’d applaud … Continue reading
Past and Present Tenses, fiction by Misty Skaggs
The teal-green Everlast half shirt rode up right below his rib cage to reveal a dimple of belly button that the boys I knew, had always known, would’ve been embarrassed to show. That naked navel made my heart race when … Continue reading
Last Look, poem by Daniel Ruefman
Paint peeled from the clapboard siding, a house slanting sharply left; long broken, the windows were black eyes to the soul of what was left to linger. Inside, the stove pipe hung slightly askew where the cast iron belly once warmed the bones of … Continue reading
Crepuscular Memory, poem by Chris Joyner
Combing the naked soil one country morning, my mammoth Pawpaw taught me to spot an Indian arrowhead amidst dun rocks, beneath the wheel of crow chatter filling pine shadows cast long like swords across buckbrush. Imagine my hands, the buck fever I … Continue reading
The Placeholder, poem by Carol Alexander
Old man in a caravan grease-stained coverall retired lo lo nine point three years now. On the shortest day of the year shimmed down to a decimal electric fires spark, smolder, the trailer fills with creosote smoke; a bird’s nest ignites into a crown of … Continue reading
The Lay of Our Land, non-fiction by Mark Phillips
In the lumpy region I call home, a study determined to the surprise of few that tooth disease is our most serious health problem. If you’re working three low-paying jobs just to get by—as one of my neighbors did until … Continue reading
Why Cockfighting Persists
From Salon, by Deborah Kennedy: I was 6 years old when I saw my first cockfight. It must have been a gray day, because even though I was very young, I remember clearly the bright color of the roosters’ feathers … Continue reading
