They stood outside the open carport, not making a move toward the old house, his Oldsmobile covered in a thick layer of dirt and dust. “We have to go in,” Robert told her. “I know. I don’t want to,” Penny said. “We need to try.” “You always say that.” “At first, I went it but then it started to […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Here's some interesting news. Stan Diel– Birmingham News Elvis sang about them — hound dogs — and most of us tend to think of them as being for the common folk, but those canines of the coon variety are actually pretty special. So special, in fact, that one coon dog has won its owner more than $1 […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Not for Vegetarians I. I had never killed anything other than bugs, and I told Jay, who laughed and put me in a headlock. “You need to go duck hunting with me tomorrow afternoon,” he said, and it wasn’t a suggestion. So the next afternoon, we shoved off the lake shore in Jay’s old aluminum […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
THE GUY WITH THE FEET You're a seventeen year old country boy and your girlfriend tells you she cheated on you. Some guy from Pekin felt her up at a party. Some big shot city kid, a senior. But here’s the catch: he felt her up with his feet, not his hands. For some reason this […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Book of Gaigemon, II. This morning you bought plants to praise your hands, stirrup leathers incase you decided to hang yourself. The heat of a body swirls when it enters another. You might go mad Wanting to resurface the dead, pull their bodies through ginning ribs, pick their shadow-bones, birth their children. A deer strangles […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Becky watched Ged hook a rainbow right out the lake and push it clean down his throat, still wriggling. Dusk smeared the sky up like fish grease. Ged wiped his mouth with his sleeve and slapped his lips. He laughed: 'it's just the way I like 'em.' Folk might have figured Ged had another thing coming […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
This is from December 2008, and I didn't find it until just now. It's a good one, and it's going to be a bad day for me when he eventually kicks down the door to heaven. It seems like he's winding it up for one last good book. He's one of two or three writers […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
The first chapbook from Redneck Press, designed brilliantly by Sue Miller: http://www.friedchickenandcoffee.com/manifesto/the-chapbooks/eggs-of-american-songbirds/
(originally published in Virginia Quarterly Review) Buck season opened—still does—on the Monday after Thanksgiving. In Bakerton it is a holiday of sorts. School was closed for the day, and I reported to Keener’s at four a.m. to serve eggs and sausages and countless cups of coffee to men in orange vests and jackets. Every table […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
GUD: Greatest Uncommon Denominator (magazine) Issue 0
GUD: Greatest Uncommon Denominator (magazine) Issue 1
