Monthly Archives: May 2012

The Stray Cat, fiction by CL Bledsoe

Joey had been successfully dodging Tommy, who’d had been tweaked out on homemade meth for nearly a week, until Tommy decided he’d had enough of the stray cat nosing around the house. So he told Joey to leave some tuna … Continue reading

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Poems by Mather Schneider

FIRST HUNT The first night I had my driver’s license I drank a 6 pack and borrowed my mother’s car. I turned the headlights on, backed out and was about a half mile down the road when I had a … Continue reading

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NASCAR, poem by Perry Higman

NASCAR (Pennsylvania 500  at POCONO, July, 1998) To:   Governor Tom  Ridge of Pennsylvania, giving  a guest politician’s dull monotone delivery of the command, “Gentlemen, – start – your  –  engines,” at the start ofthe Pennsylvania 500  at Pocono  — From:  … Continue reading

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Lazarus, fiction by Brenda Rose

His boy had been dead eight days when the preacher picked up the black, worn King James Bible with his name engraved in gold on the leather cover, and reinserted himself in the pulpit of the Mt. Calvary Holy Ghost … Continue reading

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GOD DIDN’T GET ME NO WEED, by Mather Schneider

Me and Little John were sitting at the bus station behind the wheels of our taxi cabs. We were far, far down on the cab cue, so we wouldn’t get a fare for a while. It was a depressing place to be, … Continue reading

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Hill Tide, fiction by William Trent Pancoast

As Violet jostled among the church crowd and exchanged greetings, she tried to recall the sound of the spring that spurted year round from the base of the hill behind the cabin. But the voices and heat prevented her from … Continue reading

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What He Asked, and How She Answered, fiction by Brian Carr

At the window, with it open, as rain sang across the land once dry, so the rain slipped in threads of current down cracks and toward the lows, the man wiped his glasses free of spray—beads that had hit the … Continue reading

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poetry by G.M. Palmer

September The night sweats through the humidity, our humanity exhausted on the porch collapses from the draw of breath through the thick Autumn air. Steam and mosquitoes, blood and bile are mingling with the mist of burning crosses, churches, forests … Continue reading

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