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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