Monthly Archives: December 2011

Cripple, fiction by Jeff Wallace

Posted on December 30, 2011 by Rusty

“You got any­thing for me?” I asked Kyle. I was sit­ting in his wheel­chair and he was lying in bed. He was pretty well naked, but he was gen­er­ally naked when he was at home. Maybe some sweat­pants, some­times. But … Con­tinue read­ing →

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Newbie Down Undah, poetry by Dennis Mahagin

Posted on December 26, 2011 by Rusty

After the Nar­cotics Anony­mous meet­ing, they stopped to chat under a maple tree in the park­ing lot; she said to him "so… you wanna get cof­fee at the IHOP, hon?" He replied "awwww … some place, yeah, but really, any­where, … Con­tinue read­ing →

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Don't Die Before Your Mother, prose by Mather Schneider

Posted on December 23, 2011 by Rusty

Out­side the hotel two lit­tle old ladies climbed into the back seat of the cab and felt the air con­di­tioner. “2212 North Inn Road,” one of them said to the dri­ver. “Are you sure it’s not North INA Road?” the … Con­tinue read­ing →

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The Ballad of Billy Joe Fitz, fiction by Misty Skaggs

Posted on December 20, 2011 by Rusty

“Well that was a blast!” My fiancée exclaimed as he stuffed his long body and tight Wran­glers into the pas­sen­ger seat of my beat up Ford Focus. I rolled my eyes in a big dra­matic way and turned the key in … Con­tinue read­ing →

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Angels and Angels, fiction by Caroline Kepnes

Posted on December 17, 2011 by Rusty

Aun­tie Lee has all day par­ties and Mama says it’s got to be a hun­dred degrees out­side. That’s how I know it’s sum­mer again. Mama says next sum­mer we’ll get air con­di­tion­ing and next sum­mer we’ll take a big vaca­tion, … Con­tinue read­ing →

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Party Parasites, fiction by Misty Skaggs

Posted on December 13, 2011 by Rusty

When the day slips away, the mos­qui­toes come out. And bare skin brings the bugs. Not so far in the dis­tance, she can hear them shak­ing off stag­na­tion among the cat­tails and she wishes wist­fully that her jeans weren’t shoved … Con­tinue read­ing →

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