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Earlene and the Witch, fiction by Misty Skaggs
Ivy swaddled the sapling oak in the tattered remains of a patchwork quilt that got washed one too many times. The stuffing seeped out and clung to the young branches in worn white puffs, like tired clouds. She was careful … Continue reading
Bedwetters, fiction by Misty Skaggs
The screeching and squawking next door stopped and through the evening silence, Charlene heard frogs peeping in the creek. And she heard her favorite rocking chair squeaking a little louder. She felt herself move and bob a little faster in … Continue reading
Whatev, fiction by Misty Skaggs
On prom morning, she was awakened by the croaky sound of Daddy’s decrepit old rooster, over the hill at the barn. Daybreak. Rose had always liked the sound of that word. And the connotations she imagined along with it. She … Continue reading
Where to Buy Your Weed, fiction by Misty Skaggs
Her trailer was a ripe patch of excess, bloomed conspicuously at the base of a cliff on the edge of a bone dry, Baptist county in East Kentucky. The half-acre around it was littered with faded Mountain Dew cans glinting … Continue reading
Uncles Charlie Loves You, poem by Misty Skaggs
I remember tired, washed-out women warning us young’uns with his name — “Uncle Charlie’s gonna come, gonna come all the way out here and get you." I remember we believed it. I remember the good ol’ boys rounding up a posse fueled by boredom and Pabst Blue Ribbon … Continue reading
Baptism, by Misty Skaggs
All the old men from the Beartown Church of God call me Sissy. There’s Ligey and Whirley and Johnny and my Mamaw’s cousin, who found Jesus after he beat cancer a couple years back. They’re working Men of God. They reminisce about their drinking days, and trade around … Continue reading
Big City Surprise, poem by Misty Skaggs
I saw a red-tailed hawk, with his red tail flashing sunlight lift up off the side of the highway, that storms a concrete path parallel to Louisville, along the river bank. He shouldn’t have been there. A big, bronze bird like the one who lives … Continue reading
Tag-A-Long, fiction by Misty Marie Rae Skaggs
My fuzzy, earliest memories unfold in a sprawling house on a hill. A house situated at the peak of a ridge, overlooking a bright green holler we filled with corn and tomatoes and beans and a strawberry patch I loved … Continue reading
Sugar, fiction by Misty Skaggs
On a hilltop faraway, in another time, I had a pony. Papaw tethered her to one of the tall, thin maple trees situated in the dead center of the bright, green acre of clover we called the front yard. And … Continue reading
Caring for Cast Iron, by Misty Skaggs
Nobody wants to hear about my everyday life anymore. Nobody wants the truth I want to offer up, even though I listen courteously to your bullshit, mindless intellectual swill spewed over organic dinners with vegan options. My small talk's not … Continue reading
