Monthly Archives: March 2012

Treet™, Trash, and Pride: Finding Out What It Means for Me to Be Southern, essay by Kevin Brown

I have lived almost all of my life in the South, but I have never felt particularly Southern.  However, the two years I have lived outside of the South have taught me just how wrong I have been.  They have … Continue reading

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The Miner’s Friend, by Jeff Kerr

I fight the Mack truck around the bends of the mountains and I’m goddamned tired. Going back to pick up the last load of coal at Number 16 over on the Virginia side. My arm is sunburnt and hangs out … Continue reading

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Kicking to Go On, fiction by Samuel Snoek-Brown

His heart knocked like a fist against his breastbone as his own knuckles beat against the heavy metal door. A desperate yapping came ricocheting toward him from inside. He bounced on his feet to keep warm; he hadn’t imagined a … Continue reading

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Missions after Midnight, poem by Misty Skaggs

The white, hot, halogen flash of headlights splits two lane darkness of a Saturday night in the sticks. We fly around curves. Float up and over hills and hollers. Asphalt slinks over ridges like a fat, black, snake. And we … Continue reading

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Noise, fiction by Allen Hope

At a quarter past six Slade realized he’d not make it to Marilyn’s Pub ‘n Sub in time for his meet-up with Jackson Saunders. He knew Saunders was a stickler for punctuality, but he still hoped to find him parked … Continue reading

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Poems by Joshua Michael Stewart

GO TO SLEEP YOU LITTLE BABY In her arms is a blue-eyed boy with a dirty face. Under her flowered dress, she has another on the way. They’ve been living out of an ’85 Buick Riviera, parking all along the … Continue reading

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Dog Days, fiction by Kevin Winchester

Even before the cash changes hands Ard is thinking of how quickly the eight ball will be gone. The count looks light but it always does any more. He unwraps the twist tie, touches his little finger to the rock, … Continue reading

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Razor Dance, poem by Wendy Ellis

Bill stood in his socks a thousand times before this dimpled mirror– at this pitted, stained sink with its small rubber plug on a little, coiled chain. Bill’s straight razor rested across the top of a heavy ceramic shaving mug. … Continue reading

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Poems by Karen Lockett Warinsky

Tough Girls We were a little afraid of those girls– tough girls in our town– the life they came from.   Lank hair, wiry bodies with taut faces, expressions hardened by scant meals, their eyes plunged through ours as they … Continue reading

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Mama’s Last Love Song, poem by Joe Samuel Starnes

The sun goes down and it gets cold. Our children are behaving like dogs. The snakes are sleeping deep in their holes, fiery red and orange has faded from the leaves and our cups are brimming with bourbon. A blue … Continue reading

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