Rusty Barnes's Blog: Fried Chicken and Coffee, page 41

Harry Crews Interviewed

This is from December 2008, and I didn't find it until just now. It's a good one, and it's going to be a bad day for me when he eventually kicks down the door to heaven. It seems like he's winding it up for one last good book.  He's one of two or three writers [...]

Eggs of American Songbirds is Here!

The first chapbook from Redneck Press, designed brilliantly by Sue Miller: http://www.friedchickenandcoffee.com/...

Favorite Son, fiction by Jennifer Haigh

(originally published in Virgina Quarterly Review) Buck season opened—still does—on the Monday after Thanksgiving. In Bakerton it is a holiday of sorts. School was closed for the day, and I reported to Keener's at four a.m. to serve eggs and sausages and countless cups of coffee to men in orange vests and jackets. Every table [...]

EPA's Choice This Week: Crucify Appalachia or Stand Up to Big Coal Lobby

Some things should go without saying, but they don't. After forty years of reckless devastation and criminal violations, the fate of clean water and human rights in the Appalachian coalfields is now in the hands of Lisa Jackson. November 29, 2010 No one in Washington, DC–outside of President Obama–will determine the future of clean water [...]

Poems by Mather Schneider

BIGFOOT Mrs. Robinson had lived in those Arkansas hills every one of her 74 years. When she was 16 she was frightened half to death by a large, mysterious animal print in the sand by the creek. She had never seen anything like it and ran all the way home to tell her pa. Later [...]

Two Poems by Lara Konesky

I was kind of thinking i could kill you and let your ghost fuck me in the ass i've virtually seen you around here commenting witticisms and making me lol i was kind of thinking i could kill you and let your ghost fuck me in the ass i was kind of thinking you could punch [...]

Poems from Mather Schneider

POEM ON MY 35th BIRTHDAY When I was a kid we lived in the country and I would take long walks on summer nights to a small pond by an old, unused barn. I would take all my clothes off and jump into the black ink and stay out there for hours. I felt strange [...]

The Crystal Ball, fiction by A.M. Amodeo

Joe and Pearl sat on either side of the kitchen table, a crystal ball between them. "Can you get that thing to work?" Joe said, pointing his chin at the crystal, which rested on a small pile of black velvet cloth in the middle of the chipped enamel tabletop. Just like a man, Pearl thought, [...]

Fleshy Things, fiction by Stefanie Freele

In his hand, the Sonoran Mountain Kingsnake. Around his neck, green stripes of the Rosy Boa. "You want to touch him don't you?" "Never have." She says, abruptly realizing how inexperienced this sounds. "Cold-blooded." Taking her hand, he holds her palm along the snake on his neck. "Cool to the touch." "I know. I know." [...]

Wow, Was It Something I Said?

Traffic to FCAC has slowed to a crawl, and I have no explanation. Normally I don't even pay attention to such things, as I figure what I have to say will get to the ears that need to hear, but it's a stark difference. I miss you all… New content (fiction) coming soon. Hang tight.