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Monthly Archives: May 2013
Five Poems by Christopher Prewitt
A Farmer’s Son I am a farmer’s son Everyone thinks My heart’s in recession Because most things I eat I first have to raise But it is not Fun even to shoe a horse I have thoughts Despite the … Continue reading
Wild and Wonderful, fiction by Tom Bennitt
You need good hands to run a machine like the continuous miner. You got to know when to hold back and when to go deep. It’s the best-paying job in the mine but also the hardest, and I’m out of … Continue reading
Distillation, sestina by Joe Samuel Starnes
Way back in early times when we hunted down on Knob Creek tracking the claw steps of wild turkey we cherished the company of Old Grand-Dad and tales of his friend Jim Beam whom he called Old Crow. He told … Continue reading
Whitetail, poem by Misty Marie Rae Skaggs
I scare easy. Like a wobble-kneed fawn, greedily gobbling down daisy heads that grow abundant in the steep, blind curve of the one lane, gravel way home. You come up on me, cool as a cucumber made salt pickle on … Continue reading
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Jaguar for Sale by Misti Rainwater-Lites
He fucked her hard from 11:11 p.m. to 12:17 a.m. It was the damn Viagra. After he came on her tits he rolled over, fell asleep, snored like a goddamn blizzard or tornado or old school wooden roller coaster. He … Continue reading
