Author Archives: Rusty

PALE LEMON FIRE IN A PARTLY CLOUDY AUTUMN, poem by Dennis Mahagin

Nearly noon, on Thursday late October, and I see the trees swaying within a wind that means only business, no fragrant breeze here, no idle burlesque: merely rote screams, blue note egress from boughs with foresight and worse, they bite … Continue reading

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Lady Smith, fiction by Jim Wilsky

The third day on the run, they ditched a stolen pickup truck in the sprawling parking lot and then waited outside the doors of Nordstrom’s. Less than an hour later, they were turning out of Springtown Mall in a black … Continue reading

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The Property of Bug-Eyed Motherfucker, story by Wynne Hungerford

Apache Springs the crossroads was known as, and for miles around the land was called Apache Springs also. There was a single saloon at the crossroads next to a boarding house with its roof rotted from the nightly urine of … Continue reading

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Three-Man-Operation, poem by Mathews Wade

Papaw’s ranch ain’t so much a ranch but a two man operation with his neighbor Terry, whose wife is also named Terry, just two men rubbin pennies, joined by fences mended with zip-ties, where strung-out race horse rescues populate junked-fields … Continue reading

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Francis Alexander Finch, poem by Carl Boon

Francis Alexander Finch tilts his plastic dinner plate against the hard light of Hazelton Prison, reasoning the details of his rape case and limiting the movement of a single black ant. His mother, JoAnne Daphne Finch, has exited the grounds … Continue reading

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Pavement, poem by Heather Sullivan

We walked to the bakery on the corner, you and I hand in hand. I’d promised you a cookie, and myself a chance to clear my head from the workday strife. My longer commute used to give me time to … Continue reading

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Sorry for the Delay in Your Programming

In the meantime, please amuse yourselves with this essay by David Wong, from Cracked.com. It reminds me of Jim Goad in his book The Redneck Manifesto, which you should read if you haven’t. Fried Chicken will resume regular updates on November 1st. … Continue reading

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Joy Ride, fiction by Nick Kolakowski

  The year Maxine turned fourteen she found her true calling, at the cost of two lives. Maxine spent her childhood mornings at the front window of the crumbling farmhouse where she lived with her brother Brad and mother Joan … Continue reading

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Faber #2, Graphite

Sometimes husbands take it well. This one cornered Mason at the roadhouse, drove a pencil up his ear canal. Registered disappointment when it hit bone, stopped. Mason dropped like an abbatoir steer, his newest girlfriend shouting, “Murderer!” Quieter husbands drink … Continue reading

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Grandma Gone Out of Breeden West Virginia, poem by Tiff Holland

At home, the chicken coop was more sturdy than this house where the women gathered like hens around the grandmother in the box, my mother’s gram, laid out there in the front room, surrounded by the flowers that grew in … Continue reading

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