Monthly Archives: September 2012

The Bitter End, poem by Mike Lafontaine

Your teeth are crooked she said – they shoot out at awk­ward angles – just like you she fig­ured me out fast I have lots of ner­vous ener­gy I can be intense that’s okay she said I like that in … Con­tin­ue read­ing

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Our Lady of the Rockies, fiction by Eric Bosse

I meet a girl and her father on the crest of a hill. She waves as the dog and I climb, and the dog bolts so fast I think he might hit the hill­top and keep run­ning into the clouds … Con­tin­ue read­ing

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Soil, poem by Joshua Michael Stewart

She needs to get rid of the revolver wrapped in the blood-splat­tered dress tucked under­neath her driver’s seat. She parks the Chevy on the shoul­der of a grav­el road, the engine ticks in the morn­ing blaze while cicadas drone their … Con­tin­ue read­ing

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'64 Suicide Lincoln, poem by RJ Looney

Dad­dy came home from work one Wednes­day in July at 2 pm smelling like beer not talk­ing to any­body after that he didn't stray too far away spend­ing most of what would be his last year in Mam-maw's old trac­tor … Con­tin­ue read­ing

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The Smoking Ban, fiction by Caroline Kepnes

Han­nah missed the way things used to be. Now, if you want­ed to have a cig­a­rette at The Tav­ern, you had to walk out onto the deck. But it didn’t used to be that way. It used to be that … Con­tin­ue read­ing

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Six Seconds, poem by Mike Lafontaine

what do you have to say for your­self you say noth­ing what can you say words will either save your rela­tion­ship or doom it but silence is key you say noth­ing do you have some­thing to say to me you … Con­tin­ue read­ing

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Innings, essay by Jim Parks

I came by it hon­est, this busi­ness of writ­ing up cour­t­house wars. It was what was going on that sum­mer – forty sum­mers in the past — in the heat of cot­ton sea­son. They had dis­barred the DA; the Sheriff's … Con­tin­ue read­ing

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Interview with Michael Gills

Michael Gills was McK­ean Poet­ry Fel­low at the Uni­ver­si­ty of Arkansas and Ran­dall Jar­rell Fel­low in Fic­tion in the MFA Pro­gram at the Uni­ver­si­ty of North Car­oli­­na-Green­s­boro. He earned the Ph.D. in Cre­ative Writing/Fiction at the Uni­ver­si­ty of Utah. His work … Con­tin­ue read­ing

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