Monthly Archives: August 2009

When Trees Pop, by Helen Losse

Two men stand, fists clenched, inside a ring formed by oth­er men. The oth­er men cheer the two men on, while the man knocks anoth­er man down.  Near­by, at an over­pass, sev­er­al boys throw sand and shout the word queer … Con­tin­ue read­ing

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Silas House Reads from his Forthcoming Novel, Eli the Good

[youtube=] I have my copy pre-ordered; you should too.

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On Cadillac Mountain, by Nathan Graziano

On the night Dar­la died, Wayne was sit­ting at the kitchen table, wash­ing down a cou­ple of her Per­co­cets with a cold Bud­weis­er, when it he slapped him like a strip of leather across his beard­ed cheek. He knew. That’s … Con­tin­ue read­ing

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Fla. doc fired over 'doughnuts equal death' sign

Would any­one have com­plained if it was Krispy Kreme? PENSACOLA, Fla. — Dr. Jason New­som railed against burg­ers, french fries, fried chick­en and sweet tea in his cam­paign to pro­mote bet­ter eat­ing in a part of the coun­try known as … Con­tin­ue read­ing

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The Pissed-off Poor Appalachian White…

Here's some­thing to think about: how many pissed-off mid­dle and low­er-class peo­ple, not just Appalachi­an natives, are out there? Quite a few, I'd guess. And we don't have to won­der about how they feel, because arti­cles like this one by … Con­tin­ue read­ing

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My Friend is Dying, fiction by Matt Baker

It didn’t take long for word to get around that our bud­dy Poot­er was dying of lung can­cer. Some of the guys got to talk­ing one day and decid­ed we should dri­ve the four hours to go and vis­it him. … Con­tin­ue read­ing

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The Corporeal Chromium Anti-Dowsers Of Elliott Bay, by Dennis Mahagin

After eight straight sun­ny days, with bare clav­i­cles pink-tin­t­ed as can­dy canes, Pike Street peo­ple keep think­ing pos­i­tive in wrap-around Vuar­net sun­glass­es, espe­cial­ly the Walling­ford gals with teardrop frames and pinafores, down at the Pub­lic Fish Mar­ket. Rhine­stone bar­na­cles cling … Con­tin­ue read­ing

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Southern Appalachian English from the University of South Carolina

I don't want to take away from Gabriel's great sto­ry, but I had to post this, which is a nifty resource for hear­ing Appalachi­an speech (if you don't already live there or don't hear it reg­u­lar­ly). Wel­come to this web­site … Con­tin­ue read­ing

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Dig Well, by Gabriel Orgrease

For all the wells which his father's ser­vants had digged in the days of Abra­ham his father, the Philistines had stopped them, and filled them with earth. Gen­e­sis 26:15 Damn, I hate August… hot, humid, stink­ing dead days entombed in … Con­tin­ue read­ing

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