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Redneck Raindance by Willie Smith
It threatened rain, so I got out my gun, got in the car and gunned it on down to the graveyard, where it was dark and nobody would know, but I knew the clouds would see clear. I got out and got my gun out, … Continue reading
Coming Home, poem by Teisha Twomey
I reach below the sink, compare the proofs of the bottles beneath. Eighty is best and I pour the glass half full, watching the diet Coke turn gold, beautiful as amber. I climb the stairs the way I am use to, as … Continue reading
The Bitter End, poem by Mike Lafontaine
Your teeth are crooked she said – they shoot out at awkward angles – just like you she figured me out fast I have lots of nervous energy I can be intense that’s okay she said I like that in time she did not I … Continue reading
Soil, poem by Joshua Michael Stewart
She needs to get rid of the revolver wrapped in the blood-splattered dress tucked underneath her driver’s seat. She parks the Chevy on the shoulder of a gravel road, the engine ticks in the morning blaze while cicadas drone their prayers. … Continue reading
'64 Suicide Lincoln, poem by RJ Looney
Daddy came home from work one Wednesday in July at 2 pm smelling like beer not talking to anybody after that he didn't stray too far away spending most of what would be his last year in Mam-maw's old tractor shed playing a Peavey Strat copy through … Continue reading
Six Seconds, poem by Mike Lafontaine
what do you have to say for yourself you say nothing what can you say words will either save your relationship or doom it but silence is key you say nothing do you have something to say to me you don’t you feel nothing more than nothing … Continue reading
Mindoro, poem by Rhiannon Thorne
I was two thousand miles of cornfields away from us, hours from Mindoro, that shitty fold-out, your daddy's car and a keystone night when you sauntered in, eyes blazing from a teenage drunk, and your arms bare hanging like battle axes. I was home in … Continue reading
Snakes, poem by Denton Loving
I. My office building sits atop a den of snakes. I’m sure of it. The building edges the campus where I work. Only an overgrown horse pasture separates the manicured lawns of higher education from the woodlands of Cumberland Mountain. … Continue reading
NASCAR, poem by Perry Higman
NASCAR (Pennsylvania 500 at POCONO, July, 1998) To: Governor Tom Ridge of Pennsylvania, giving a guest politician's dull monotone delivery of the command, "Gentlemen, — start — your — engines," at the start ofthe Pennsylvania 500 at Pocono – From: the young … Continue reading
Missions after Midnight, poem by Misty Skaggs
The white, hot, halogen flash of headlights splits two lane darkness of a Saturday night in the sticks. We fly around curves. Float up and over hills and hollers. Asphalt slinks over ridges like a fat, black, snake. And we follow the snake. Blind, … Continue reading
