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Every Head is a World, fiction by Nels Hanson
The sudden vision of the wings of seven-banded color made me halt as I headed for the doomed pig’s pen. I blinked at the striped light like refractions from twin prisms and the knife slipped from my hand and I swiveled … Continue reading
Interview with Chris Offutt from the Iowa Review
Don't miss it: Offutt interview by Alex Dezen
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APOSTROPHE AT THE WHATELY DINER, poem by Joshua Michael Stewart
The waitress has a hummingbird tattoo behind her ear. She sings Volare, over the clanking and clatter. I sit in a booth next to a window. I let the sun warm my hands as I wait for my soup and bread. This morning … Continue reading
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Hasty Leverage, fiction by Brian Jones
They haggled out the terms. “You know I like to go fishing,” Ten said, “at least once a week. I do not like to work indoors. I won’t make much money.” “Well, but I like to have nice things.” “And I understand … Continue reading
Poems by David S. Pointer
Nashville Punk Scene Decades & dues before Hank III cometh with his thermo-chemical cow punk, Jason & the Scorchers rolled onto Rock City like a barrel keg cooler brandishing neon notes to Nashville’s conservative music establishment stomping Punk’s Liberty Bell hell into the plastered … Continue reading
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Poems by Rosemary Royston
Greasy Creek The house was made of large, smooth stones moved years ago by someone unknown, maybe from the creek out back which snaked through an Appalachian patch of bamboo. So much energy went into the outside that the floor … Continue reading
Pruning, non-fiction by Ginger Hamilton Caudill
Last night's storm raged for four hours. A friendly warm sun and brilliant blue sky coaxed me outside with the promise of new growth in the garden. I inspect my pepper and bean plants first. The peppers are thriving. One … Continue reading
The Writer's Arms, non-fiction by Ben Nadler
Last year, Shooting Sportsman published a book entitled Hemingway’s Guns: The Sporting Arms of Hemingway. The idea of the book is that through the cataloguing of the various guns Ernest Hemingway owned over the course of his life – from … Continue reading
Cripple, fiction by Jeff Wallace
“You got anything for me?” I asked Kyle. I was sitting in his wheelchair and he was lying in bed. He was pretty well naked, but he was generally naked when he was at home. Maybe some sweatpants, sometimes. But … Continue reading
