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Highway 50, fiction by Murray Dunlap
Two AM. Highway 50. Ely, Nevada. We laughed out loud at the Break-a-Heart Hotel in Silver Springs, flew past the Last Chance Saloon in Austin, then passed up the Parsonage House in Eureka. A coyote darted across both lanes a … Continue reading
Memories of a Joplin Bum, by Helen Losse
I’m really a person who keeps pretty much to myself, but you’d probably know me as the guy you see all over town pushin’ the old wooden cart. You’d call me a bum, but I’ll get to that later. I … Continue reading
Birds of Winter, fiction by James Alan Gill
“Last night’s spangles and yesterday’s pearls are the bright morning stars of the barroom girls.” –Gillian Welch, Barroom Girls Little girls don’t dream of growing up to become barmaids, and Lori Thompson was no different, but now she stands behind the bar at … Continue reading
Remodeling, fiction by Sheldon Compton
A weak rain fell and settled across Route 6 like a worn out bed sheet so that oil and grease left from the occasional car and several short-bed coal trucks rose back to the surface of the blacktop. The road … Continue reading
Leviathan: Monster of the Deep, fiction by Michael Gills
This was the Dixie circuit–it was nothing for a Peterbilt to pull off the interstate with a six hundred pound rat, two-headed goats or a Donkey Woman nursing horsey-faced twins. Leviathan was the first whale me or Jimmy'd ever seen, coated in … Continue reading
Give Up and Go Home, Jasper, fiction by Charles Dodd White
Jasper is schooling us on the finer points of fisting. It's only a touch past midnight and he's already managed to lose his camper from going all in on a drastic Texas Hold 'Em flop, praying for a flush that … Continue reading
The Mountain Whose Shadow We Lived In, fiction by Jack Boettcher
My kid transferred through every school on our side of the mountain. Only six, but a fighter. I didn’t teach him that. The principals ask, – “well, Mr. Doppler, where might Fred have learned to lash out?” Nature, I say. … Continue reading
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Old Fish, by Nathan Tyree
Down here the mining companies built the towns. Everyone owed their living to the minerals coming from the belly of the earth. Even if they didn't swing a pick in the dark, they worked at one of the rooming houses, … Continue reading
Blood Brothers by John McManus
I first met Ray up in the mountains at the I‑40 rest stop, where I used to go to meet guys sometimes. I found him leaning against a wall, albino-pale, with these watery fish eyes. We messed around in a … Continue reading
Post-War Heat by Murray Dunlap
Slick with sweat, Sweets stops at the cargo train tracks to catch his breath and fan himself with the Mobile Press Register. He shuffles under the welded arch of the main entrance to the Alabama Dry Docks and a uniformed … Continue reading
