From Salon, by Deborah Kennedy: I was 6 years old when I saw my first cockfight. It must have been a gray day, because even though I was very young, I remember clearly the bright color of the roosters’ feathers – white, black and blood red, even before any damage was done – and of […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
The sudden vision of the wings of seven-banded color made me halt as I headed for the doomed pig’s pen. I blinked at the striped light like refractions from twin prisms and the knife slipped from my hand and I swiveled and the men behind me parted. In a trance I retraced my steps and sat […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Don't miss it: Offutt interview by Alex Dezen
The waitress has a hummingbird tattoo behind her ear. She sings Volare, over the clanking and clatter. I sit in a booth next to a window. I let the sun warm my hands as I wait for my soup and bread. This morning I found a nest of your hair in the upstairs drain. I […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
They haggled out the terms. “You know I like to go fishing,” Ten said, “at least once a week. I do not like to work indoors. I won’t make much money.” “Well, but I like to have nice things.” “And I understand that, Joley, and you’ll have as good as I can provide you with, but you’ll […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Nashville Punk Scene Decades & dues before Hank III cometh with his thermo-chemical cow punk, Jason & the Scorchers rolled onto Rock City like a barrel keg cooler brandishing neon notes to Nashville’s conservative music establishment stomping Punk’s Liberty Bell hell into the plastered beer torn psyche’s of unfuturistic fans who would transform the audience of […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Greasy Creek The house was made of large, smooth stones moved years ago by someone unknown, maybe from the creek out back which snaked through an Appalachian patch of bamboo. So much energy went into the outside that the floor joists gave way long before they should've. For three months I lived with J and […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Last night's storm raged for four hours. A friendly warm sun and brilliant blue sky coaxed me outside with the promise of new growth in the garden. I inspect my pepper and bean plants first. The peppers are thriving. One even has a shy pair of white blooms nestled beneath a protective green canopy. In […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Last year, Shooting Sportsman published a book entitled Hemingway’s Guns: The Sporting Arms of Hemingway. The idea of the book is that through the cataloguing of the various guns Ernest Hemingway owned over the course of his life – from his first break-action air rifle, to his trusty Winchester Model 12, to the Scott shotgun […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Diego is dead. And I killed him. That was the last favor I gave to my dying friend. Healthy in all discernable aspects, but his mind intent on killing him. What must it be like to find yourself suddenly bound naked in a field covered in honey and unable to move as crows and vultures […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
GUD: Greatest Uncommon Denominator (magazine) Issue 0
GUD: Greatest Uncommon Denominator (magazine) Issue 1
