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A Redneck Eats Thai Food, essay by William Matthew McCarter

I can still remem­ber those dark days–not long ago–when you couldn’t hang out with a group of grad stu­dents at a uni­ver­si­ty cam­pus with­out some­one say­ing “Let’s go get some eth­nic food”–like they had just smoked a bour­geois blunt and … Con­tin­ue read­ing

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Two Poems, by Adrian C. Louis

Invis­i­ble Places of Refuge Deep inside myself, I am run­ning out of places to hide. I am an old man, a dirty old man & the world we knew is fad­ing fast away. I can­not say how I became cov­ered with the cob­webs com­mon to poor & bro­ken folk. Dar­ling, … Con­tin­ue read­ing

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Brothers, fiction by Juan Ochoa

It was a big fam­i­ly. So much so that Ama Quina was still hav­ing babies when her old­est chil­dren start­ed fam­i­lies of their own. The ini­tial sig­nif­i­cance of this over­lap­ping was that Ama Quina func­tioned as wet nurse for her … Con­tin­ue read­ing

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Dot the I’s and Cross the T’s , poem by Joy Bowman

On her deathbed she asks me if I can still play  the piano, and begins to sing of jasper roads. I search the linen for for­got­ten cro­chet nee­dles  she swears are under the cush­ions.    Her hands nev­er stop mov­ing, trem­bling out  … Con­tin­ue read­ing

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The Deep Roots of White Trash: A Review by Kate Tuttle

"Amer­i­cans like the rhetoric of equal­i­ty but they don’t like it when it’s real." Nan­cy Isenberg’s book “White Trash” begins by look­ing at the char­ac­ters in “To Kill a Mock­ing­bird.” Both the book and the movie play with the divide between … Con­tin­ue read­ing

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Field Fire, fiction by Paul Heatley

Bob­by woke in his truck, the rim of his hat pulled low to cov­er his eyes. Ris­ing sun­light hit him full in the face when he lift­ed it. He winced, blinked until he could han­dle it, then reached for the … Con­tin­ue read­ing

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The Master Plan, by Michael Chin

Some­times after I lift weights, my shoul­ders broad­est, my chest thick­est, my step a lit­tle slow­er, I pic­ture myself as Kane. The Big Red Machine. The Demon. The Undertaker’s lit­tle broth­er. The broth­er he left for dead in a child­hood fire. The … Con­tin­ue read­ing

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Down By the River, fiction by Sarah Einstein

Daniel walked through the clus­ters of drunk­en col­lege stu­dents as they stum­bled out of the clos­ing bars, his black wool cap pulled low and his face tucked down into the col­lar of the olive drab par­ka he’d picked up that … Con­tin­ue read­ing

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Pluck Pluck, fiction by Catfish McDaris

After mak­ing friends with Maya on Face­book I fig­ured she wouldn’t mind a vis­it. I found out where she lived and jumped on a south­bound Grey­hound. The worst part was avoid­ing pee­ing on myself in the skin­ny bath­room while hit­ting … Con­tin­ue read­ing

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New Year's Day, poem by CL Bledsoe

One of the junkies in the back­seat spoke up to ask, “Should there be so much smoke behind us?” A wall of gray poured from the car. I took the first exit, won­der­ing how far I could make it before the explo­sion, no flames … Con­tin­ue read­ing

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