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Rednecks and Honorary Rednecks
- A Country Boy Can Surmise–Silas House
- A. Ray Norsworthy
- Ann Marie Amodeo
- Appalachia Today
- Appalachian History
- Barrett Hathcock
- Barry Hannah
- Beverly Jackson
- Bonnie ZoBell
- Breece Pancake
- Buffy Holt
- Charles Dodd White
- Chris Offutt
- Clay Matthews
- Court Merrigan
- Crystal Wilkinson
- Donald Ray Pollock
- Ed Southern
- Eric Rickstad
- Fixing to Shout–Marianne Worthington
- Frank Bill's House of Grit
- Frank X. Walker
- Harry Crews
- Helen Losse
- Jack Riggs
- James Still
- Jarrid Deaton
- Jayne Anne Phillips
- Jim Goad
- Jim Nichols
- Jim Tomlinson
- John Sharp, poet and writer
- Joshua Michael Stewart
- Kenneth L. Clark
- Larry Brown
- Lee Smith
- Lisa Koger
- Mark Powell
- Mary Hood
- Matt Baker
- Maurice Manning
- Michael Gills
- Missin' Appalachia
- Notes from the Holler–Donald Ray Pollock
- Pamela Duncan
- Pinckney Benedict
- Randy Lowens
- Robert Morgan
- Rod Siino
- Ron Rash
- Sheldon Compton
- Silas House
- Smokey Mountain Breakdown–Rosanne Griffeth
- Sue Miller
- Tamara Linse
- Tim McLaurin
- Timothy Gager
Author Archives: Rusty
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 benefits That a nail … 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 of … 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
THE FINAL VICTORY OF LIEUTENANT GENERAL JOHN BELL HOOD, CONFEDERATE STATES OF AMERICA, fiction by Thom Bassett
He kept the canvas tourniquet strap Canklin used to amputate his right leg at Chickamauga beneath the mattress of the twins’ crib. Anna saw him at night, leaning on the crutch, kept from his days of command, his right hand … Continue reading
Christmas with Nola, fiction by Joey Dean Hale
Greg had been seeing Nola for over a year and a half and he was pretty sure he loved her. At least it felt like love with all the crazy sex and good times. They were both twenty and friends … Continue reading
Marshmallows, fiction by Jacob Knabb
It all started like this. We were in the kitchen microwaving marshmallows, watching ‘em grow into big lumpy blobs before they exploded, when Jeannie-Gaye came home. We were nuking marshmallows because we had already run out of grapes. Grapes were … Continue reading
Wilfred, poem by Sandra Giedeman
He was proud of his blue tick hounds, his sixty acres of hills, hollows, creeks filled with copperheads and cottonmouths; nights utterly still except when a smell or sound riled the hounds from their sleep to bay like old mourners. My … Continue reading
The Burial of the Dead, fiction by Murray Dunlap
They shaved his beard for the funeral. I can’t begin to understand why. Who told them to do it? He looked like pink-cheeked drag queen. But the funniest thing was watching my brothers squirm in that front pew. The four … Continue reading
