Author Archives: Rusty

Quick Hits–Paul D. Brazill

This post intro­duces some­thing I hope will become a fea­ture here at Fried Chick­en and Cof­fee, quick inter­views with writ­ers in the crime or rural/Appalachian fic­tion scenes, and short takes on what­ev­er writ­ers I'm obsessed with at the moment. First … Con­tin­ue read­ing

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Ernest Matthew Mickler's White Trash Cooking

by  Michael Adno/Bitter South­ern­er In the 1980s, some folks wrote off Ernie Mick­ler, author of “White Trash Cook­ing,” as a yay­hoo curios­i­ty. Oth­ers thought him one of the most bril­liant South­ern folk­lorists and pho­tog­ra­phers of the 20th cen­tu­ry. But per­haps … Con­tin­ue read­ing

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January Sale Down & Out Books

My pub­lish­er, Shot­gun Hon­ey, oper­ates under the umbrel­la of Down & Out Books. D&O is run­ning a 99-cent sale on two ebooks, for a lim­it­ed time only. D&O has estab­lished itself as a clear­ing­house for great crime fic­tion in all … Con­tin­ue read­ing

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Forthcoming from Chris Offutt: Country Dark

This­April 2018 book by Chris Offutt seems to neat­ly cross two of my prime obses­sions, crime fic­tion and Appalachia. Be sure to pick it up. It's a guar­an­teed good read. His first work of fic­tion in near­ly two decades, (Coun­try … Con­tin­ue read­ing

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Summer, poem by Brenda Glasure

Some days I remem­ber, but most­ly the nights. We swal­lowed hard, Ken­tucky bour­bon burn, Cru­dités of pret­zels and Slim Jims and peanuts. We rubbed our eyes against the soft of dusk, bird­song slept, turned crick­ets and bull­frogs, the tight buzz … Con­tin­ue read­ing

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A Dangerous Man, poem by Julia Shipley

Have you seen my blue-eyed goose? He asks. He keeps one among the reg­u­lar geese in the grain room of his grandfather's barn, where they honk like bro­ken trum­pets as we approach. There are six, though you can't count these beaks, … Con­tin­ue read­ing

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Forthcoming Changes

I need to fig­ure out whether or not to go for­ward with the Red­neck Press White Trash anthol­o­gy coedit­ed with Tim­o­thy Gager. I'm feel­ing increas­ing­ly guilty about ask­ing my fel­low writ­ers for sto­ries and poems with­out prop­er com­pen­sa­tion. It's one … Con­tin­ue read­ing

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Songbird, fiction by Tiffany Buck

Sarah June 1st. My favorite time of the year. The flow­ers are in bloom and it seems that all is right with the world. I’m walk­ing to church with a song in my heart only it’s not Sun­day, that’s tomor­row. … Con­tin­ue read­ing

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Hem, poetry by Michael K. Gause

(for William Gay) Days lit flat and splayed, as if to under­stand a life is to log its con­tents. Take down work. Dis­sect the nights you don’t sleep. Mean­while, life hangs with death in the woods.  Tin cups of wait­ing. Long … Con­tin­ue read­ing

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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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