Monthly Archives: February 2016

Muddy Mississippi, fiction by Katie Moore

My Mama always said if it hadn’t been for that first sight of the Mississippi, twisting like a snake below the levy, she never would have laid down in the back of Billy Taylor’s pickup. The way she told it, … Continue reading

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Beau John the Younger, fiction by Jim Chandler

Of all the members of the Journal family, none was more eccentric that Beau John, the younger brother of Senator Hogan Journal. “Beau John lives too much in the past.” That was a sentiment frequently expressed by many of the … Continue reading

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[Dry County] fiction by Ernest Gordon Taulbee

The carnival had come to Howard County more than one or so times everyone said. He himself had been there ten to twelve times, he thinks. Pretty much as long as he had been with the carnival, so not long … Continue reading

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Bedwetters, fiction by Misty Skaggs

The screeching and squawking next door stopped and through the evening silence, Charlene heard frogs peeping in the creek. And she heard her favorite rocking chair squeaking a little louder. She felt herself move and bob a little faster in … Continue reading

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Prime Directives, fiction by Matt Prater

 If we were all good people, we could work in perfect rhythm If worms had daggers, birds wouldn’t fuck with em – Todd Snider, “If Tomorrow Never Comes” Milton Friedman used to have this theory about the pencil, used to … Continue reading

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Hot Ticket, fiction by Larry Thacker

Pretty much every 4 am on a Tuesday found Ed loafing at the Quik Pick #2. He would slow sip coffee and flirt with Elma as much as she’d allow, all the while mindlessly shuffling through layers of tossed scratch … Continue reading

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Poems by John Stupp

Angels Angels are strangers bumping into you a poet wrote— I read it in Poetry so it must be true if so the odds are good as a city commuter I will encounter angels more frequently than a farmer in … Continue reading

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