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 nest ignites into a crown of thorns. The whipped cur of oily dawn slinks around this trailer park as Orion […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
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 he had a stroke while cutting his firewood—who has time for the dentist even if […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
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 – white, black and blood red, even before any damage was done – and of […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
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 swiveled and the men behind me parted. In a trance I retraced my steps and sat […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Don't miss it: Offutt interview by Alex Dezen
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 bread. This morning I found a nest of your hair in the upstairs drain. I […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
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 I understand that, Joley, and you’ll have as good as I can provide you with, but you’ll […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
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 hell into the plastered beer torn psyche’s of unfuturistic fans who would transform the audience of […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
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 joists gave way long before they should've. For three months I lived with J and […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
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 even has a shy pair of white blooms nestled beneath a protective green canopy. In […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
GUD: Greatest Uncommon Denominator (magazine) Issue 0
GUD: Greatest Uncommon Denominator (magazine) Issue 1
