Monthly Archives: December 2012

The Fire, fiction by Rod Siino

On the day of the fire, my father and I stood in the snowy park­ing lot of my apart­ment com­plex and watched the water from the hoses trans­form my base­ment unit into a wad­ing pool. The smoke escap­ing from the … Con­tin­ue read­ing

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Quickmires, fiction by Mark Staniforth

The obit­u­ar­ies made the Quick­mires out to be good peo­ple: hard-work­ing, good-to-hon­est, God-fear­ing coun­try folk — all that shit. They spun more fine words once they were gone than the fam­i­ly ever had hurled at them as they preached their … Con­tin­ue read­ing

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Tag-A-Long, fiction by Misty Marie Rae Skaggs

My fuzzy, ear­li­est mem­o­ries unfold in a sprawl­ing house on a hill. A house sit­u­at­ed at the peak of a ridge, over­look­ing a bright green holler we filled with corn and toma­toes and beans and a straw­ber­ry patch I loved … Con­tin­ue read­ing

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Her Daddy's Money, fiction by William Matthew McCarter

Her Daddy’s Mon­ey was the hottest rock club in the Park­land; filled with Tech­ni­col­or bril­liance; a kalei­do­scope of lights puls­ing to the beat of pri­mal music that pen­e­trat­ed and inun­dat­ed the sens­es as it changed the milky white skin of … Con­tin­ue read­ing

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Poor Town, fiction by Kathryn Kulpa

It’s a poor town. Garbage piles up on side­walks, burst­ing out of split bags, sour and milky donut shop cof­fee run­ning in brack­ish rivers to the curb. Nobody comes to pick up the garbage, or some­times they do, not every … Con­tin­ue read­ing

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HUCK & TOM in SOUTHERN ILLINOIS circa 1983, fiction by Joey Dean Hale

In 1977 Huck­le­ber­ry Finn top­pled into a salt water pit, reach­ing for the cap that had dropped off his head as he stooped over while attempt­ing to catch a bull­frog with his bare hands and Tom Sawyer reached down from … Con­tin­ue read­ing

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The Stonekings, fiction by Willi Goehring

Once, when I was naked, run­ning around in the woods, I could have sworn I saw an old friend I used to play fid­dle with. He'd been out there for months, the way I saw him, and had only the … Con­tin­ue read­ing

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