Author Archives: Rusty

A Redneck Eats Thai Food, essay by William Matthew McCarter

I can still remember those dark days–not long ago–when you couldn’t hang out with a group of grad students at a university campus without someone saying “Let’s go get some ethnic food”–like they had just smoked a bourgeois blunt and … Continue reading

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Two Poems, by Adrian C. Louis

Invisible Places of Refuge Deep inside myself, I am running out of places to hide. I am an old man, a dirty old man & the world we knew is fading fast away. I cannot say how I became covered … Continue reading

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Brothers, fiction by Juan Ochoa

It was a big family. So much so that Ama Quina was still having babies when her oldest children started families of their own. The initial significance of this overlapping was that Ama Quina functioned as wet nurse for her … Continue reading

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Dot the I’s and Cross the T’s , poem by Joy Bowman

On her deathbed she asks me if I can still play the piano, and begins to sing of jasper roads. I search the linen for forgotten crochet needles she swears are under the cushions.   Her hands never stop moving, … Continue reading

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The Deep Roots of White Trash: A Review by Kate Tuttle

“Americans like the rhetoric of equality but they don’t like it when it’s real.” Nancy Isenberg’s book “White Trash” begins by looking at the characters in “To Kill a Mockingbird.” Both the book and the movie play with the divide … Continue reading

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Field Fire, fiction by Paul Heatley

Bobby woke in his truck, the rim of his hat pulled low to cover his eyes. Rising sunlight hit him full in the face when he lifted it. He winced, blinked until he could handle it, then reached for the … Continue reading

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The Master Plan, by Michael Chin

Sometimes after I lift weights, my shoulders broadest, my chest thickest, my step a little slower, I picture myself as Kane. The Big Red Machine. The Demon. The Undertaker’s little brother. The brother he left for dead in a childhood … Continue reading

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Down By the River, fiction by Sarah Einstein

Daniel walked through the clusters of drunken college students as they stumbled out of the closing bars, his black wool cap pulled low and his face tucked down into the collar of the olive drab parka he’d picked up that … Continue reading

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Pluck Pluck, fiction by Catfish McDaris

After making friends with Maya on Facebook I figured she wouldn’t mind a visit. I found out where she lived and jumped on a southbound Greyhound. The worst part was avoiding peeing on myself in the skinny bathroom while hitting … Continue reading

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New Year’s Day, poem by CL Bledsoe

One of the junkies in the backseat spoke up to ask, “Should there be so much smoke behind us?” A wall of gray poured from the car. I took the first exit, wondering how far I could make it before … Continue reading

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