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Ernest Matthew Mickler's White Trash Cooking
by Michael Adno/Bitter Southerner In the 1980s, some folks wrote off Ernie Mickler, author of “White Trash Cooking,” as a yayhoo curiosity. Others thought him one of the most brilliant Southern folklorists and photographers of the 20th century. But perhaps … Continue reading
Forthcoming from Chris Offutt: Country Dark
ThisApril 2018 book by Chris Offutt seems to neatly cross two of my prime obsessions, crime fiction and Appalachia. Be sure to pick it up. It's a guaranteed good read. His first work of fiction in nearly two decades, (Country Dark is … Continue reading
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Summer, poem by Brenda Glasure
Some days I remember, but mostly the nights. We swallowed hard, Kentucky bourbon burn, Crudités of pretzels and Slim Jims and peanuts. We rubbed our eyes against the soft of dusk, birdsong slept, turned crickets and bullfrogs, the tight buzz of mosquitoes … Continue reading
A Dangerous Man, poem by Julia Shipley
Have you seen my blue-eyed goose? He asks. He keeps one among the regular geese in the grain room of his grandfather's barn, where they honk like broken trumpets as we approach. There are six, though you can't count these beaks, wings, crooked … Continue reading
Forthcoming Changes
I need to figure out whether or not to go forward with the Redneck Press White Trash anthology coedited with Timothy Gager. I'm feeling increasingly guilty about asking my fellow writers for stories and poems without proper compensation. It's one … Continue reading
Songbird, fiction by Tiffany Buck
Sarah June 1st. My favorite time of the year. The flowers are in bloom and it seems that all is right with the world. I’m walking to church with a song in my heart only it’s not Sunday, that’s tomorrow. … Continue reading
Hem, poetry by Michael K. Gause
(for William Gay) Days lit flat and splayed, as if to understand a life is to log its contents. Take down work. Dissect the nights you don’t sleep. Meanwhile, life hangs with death in the woods. Tin cups of waiting. Long … Continue reading
PALE LEMON FIRE IN A PARTLY CLOUDY AUTUMN, poem by Dennis Mahagin
Nearly noon, on Thursday late October, and I see the trees swaying within a wind that means only business, no fragrant breeze here, no idle burlesque: merely rote screams, blue note egress from boughs with foresight and worse, they bite back the bark in street … Continue reading
Lady Smith, fiction by Jim Wilsky
The third day on the run, they ditched a stolen pickup truck in the sprawling parking lot and then waited outside the doors of Nordstrom’s. Less than an hour later, they were turning out of Springtown Mall in a black … Continue reading
