Rusty Barnes's Blog: Fried Chicken and Coffee, page 37
August 13, 2011
Waiting for the Man, fiction by Don Jennings
He didn't flinch when the metal roof popped on the far side of the trailer. Just kept looking outside, eyes level, gaze steady. Fingertips resting lightly on the windowsill. Cops has been watching Lester from the pine forest out back for days. Maybe weeks. It was hard to remember how long. Seemed like a century […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry...
Published on August 13, 2011 12:15
Mather Schneider Interview Reposted
Mather Schneider is a 40-year-old cab driver from Tucson, Arizona. He is happily married to a sexy Mexican woman. His poetry and prose have appeared in the small press since 1993. He has one full-length book out by Interior Noise Press called Drought Resistant Strain and another full-length coming in the spring of 2011 from […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry...
Published on August 13, 2011 12:15
August 11, 2011
First Water, fiction by Court Merrigan
The sandcherries and chokecherries are in full blossom in their ordered rows along the boundaries of the set-aside and in irregular swathes branching into the grass, erect blossoms at full attention to the sun and the bees at them sluggish with pollen. They have brought shovels and hoes and are at work clearing the […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry...
Published on August 11, 2011 12:41
August 5, 2011
Back on Track
Well, the site is up now, and I plan on new content–interviews, fiction, essays–here in the next few days. One of the ways I used my free time in the last month or so is to read. I will have much more to say on this book. It's a good one, all around, but I […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry...
Published on August 05, 2011 20:03
July 1, 2011
Eureka Springs, fiction by Keyana Williams
When Wyatt enters the green trailer, Randall is looking at her picture on the six o'clock news. A little girl is missing. A black toddler—three or four years old. Her tiny ears pierced with counterfeit gold, her toenails painted neon pink, and her afro-puffs tightened with colored rubber bands. Randall sits on the couch in […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry...
Published on July 01, 2011 17:38
June 21, 2011
Haze, flash fiction by Jarrid Deaton
It was a four-wheeler that took out Hasil Adkins in Boone County, West Virginia. Of all the death-dealing things in the world, all of the alcohol poured down his throat, the depression, the raw meat for meals, it was a kid on a machine that brought an end to the Haze. Just like D-Ray White's […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry...
Published on June 21, 2011 12:31
June 15, 2011
Cora Took it Good, fiction from Sheldon Compton
Cora drunk-dialed a third person, spoke about nothing, and barely heard replies, clapped her cell phone shut and sat in the floor. Into a plastic cup she poured four fingers of bourbon and popped the top on another Cherry Coke. She let a sip of the Coke spread out, a coating across her tongue then […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry...
Published on June 15, 2011 12:29
June 6, 2011
Poet Mather Schneider Interviewed
Mather Schneider is a 40-year-old cab driver from Tucson, Arizona. He is happily married to a sexy Mexican woman. His poetry and prose have appeared in the small press since 1993. He has one full-length book out by Interior Noise Press called Drought Resistant Strain and another full-length coming in the spring of 2011 from […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry...
Published on June 06, 2011 12:35
June 2, 2011
IWW Interviews Eric Miles Williamson
Lifted from Raw Dog Screaming Press, on Facebook. Eric Miles Williamson will be writing a monthly column, Industrial Strength, for The Industrial Worker Book Review. Williamson is now a professor of English at the University of Texas, Pan American. He serves on the board of directors for the National Book Critics Circle and is […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry...
Published on June 02, 2011 14:52
May 24, 2011
The Memories Most Likely Going Through His Mind, fiction by Sheldon Compton
Ah, the needles will go in soon. Minutes. Seconds. Then one at a time until inmate #5123, a man who has forgotten his name, will be gone. But before that, he will consider the room, the people in the room and push all that away. He will clear his mind and then remember the times […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry...
Published on May 24, 2011 23:11
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