Monthly Archives: January 2012

The Placeholder, poem by Carol Alexander

Old man in a caravan grease-stained coverall retired lo lo nine point three years now.   On the shortest day of the year shimmed down to a decimal electric fires spark, smolder, the trailer fills with creosote smoke; a bird’s … Continue reading

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The Lay of Our Land, non-fiction by Mark Phillips

In the lumpy region I call home, a study determined to the surprise of few that tooth disease is our most serious health problem. If you’re working three low-paying jobs just to get by—as one of my neighbors did until … Continue reading

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Why Cockfighting Persists

From Salon, by Deborah Kennedy: I was 6 years old when I saw my first cockfight. It must have been a gray day, because even though I was very young, I remember clearly the bright color of the roosters’ feathers … Continue reading

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Every Head is a World, fiction by Nels Hanson

The sudden vision of the wings of seven-banded color made me halt as I headed for the doomed pig’s pen. I blinked at the striped light like refractions from twin prisms and the knife slipped from my hand and I … Continue reading

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Interview with Chris Offutt from the Iowa Review

Don’t miss it: Offutt interview by Alex Dezen

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APOSTROPHE AT THE WHATELY DINER, poem by Joshua Michael Stewart

The waitress has a hummingbird tattoo behind her ear. She sings Volare, over the clanking and clatter. I sit in a booth next to a window. I let the sun warm my hands as I wait for my soup and … Continue reading

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Hasty Leverage, fiction by Brian Jones

They haggled out the terms. “You know I like to go fishing,” Ten said, “at least once a week.  I do not like to work indoors.  I won’t make much money.” “Well, but I like to have nice things.” “And … Continue reading

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Poems by David S. Pointer

Nashville Punk Scene Decades & dues before Hank III cometh with his thermo-chemical cow punk, Jason & the Scorchers rolled onto Rock City like a barrel keg cooler brandishing neon notes to Nashville’s conservative music establishment stomping Punk’s Liberty Bell … Continue reading

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Poems by Rosemary Royston

Greasy Creek The house was made of large, smooth stones moved years ago by someone unknown, maybe from the creek out back which snaked through an Appalachian patch of bamboo. So much energy went into the outside that the floor … Continue reading

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Pruning, non-fiction by Ginger Hamilton Caudill

Last night’s storm raged for four hours. A friendly warm sun and brilliant blue sky coaxed me outside with the promise of new growth in the garden. I inspect my pepper and bean plants first. The peppers are thriving. One … Continue reading

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