Monthly Archives: August 2011

The Rack, fiction by Mather Schneider

I needed to make a rack for the back of my old green truck, so I bought these 2 X 12 boards, treated cedar, from the lumber yard. I was from Chicago, new to Arkansas, but I was learning my … Continue reading

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Mountaintop Removal Myth: a summary

From Beth Wellington at the Guardian. CNN correspondent Soledad O’Brien’s recent piece on mountaintop removal (MTR) in the Appalachian mountains has the troubling title, “Steady job or healthy environment: what [sic] would you choose?” How about we choose both? In any case, … Continue reading

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Poems by Dennis Mahagin

Blues For Billy C I’m used to being fucked but it’s not what you think; flip me a couple bucks? I won’t trip, I don’t drink. A shower of violet misty steam feels good. Costs four bucks at Pilot truckstop … Continue reading

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Interview with Verless Doran

Verless Doran lives and writes in the hills of East Tennessee. His works have appeared in The Smoking Poet, Heroin Love Songs, Lit Up Magazine, The Suisun Valley Review, Prick of the Spindle Press, Dogzplot Literary Journal, and Riverbabble Journal. … Continue reading

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Black Coffee, fiction by Dena Rash Guzman

1- If you were sitting here with me and I closed my eyes and asked you what color they are, you wouldn’t know. You don’t see me. The other boy who loves me, I don’t love him. I don’t love … Continue reading

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Mather Schneider Interview Reposted

Mather Schneider is a 40-year-old cab driver from Tucson, Arizona. He is happily married to a sexy Mexican woman. His poetry and prose have appeared in the small press since 1993. He has one full-length book out by Interior Noise … Continue reading

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Waiting for the Man, fiction by Don Jennings

He didn’t flinch when the metal roof popped on the far side of the trailer. Just kept looking outside, eyes level, gaze steady. Fingertips resting lightly on the windowsill.  Cops has been watching Lester from the pine forest out back … Continue reading

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First Water, fiction by Court Merrigan

  The sandcherries and chokecherries are in full blossom in their ordered rows along the boundaries of the set-aside and in irregular swathes branching into the grass, erect blossoms at full attention to the sun and the bees at them … Continue reading

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Back on Track

Well, the site is up now, and I plan on new content–interviews, fiction, essays–here in the next few days. One of the ways I used my free time in the last month or so is to read. I will have … Continue reading

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