Rusty Barnes's Blog: Fried Chicken and Coffee, page 47

QUADBERRY'S CREAMSICLE: A Ghazal For Barry Hannah

A spectral kid named Swanly, delivered shivery Delta banjo licks
with mad love. Eyes rolled back, to the whites of Barry Hannah.

In the irreducible jet stream, fighter pilots whistle "Born on the
Bayou." Cryogenic curly cues spell sonic boom: Barry Hannah.

Those tiparillo-smoking slot machine catfish, made a riverboat tilt
whiskers and silver— when they all lined up, for [...:]

Summer Redneck Games

from Summer Redneck Games 2009 folder--otherwise uncredited

I want to go, just to touch the General Lee (like you needed me to link that).

Where I grew up, there was no cable. You got, depending on where your house was, two and sometimes three TV channels. The Dukes of Hazzard was on CBS, which we didn't get, [...:]

Mountain Dew Mouth, Not Just Meth-Mouth

I'd just like to note here that my addiction to Mountain Dew ended at about age 24, or when I left grad school.  Further, I'd like to point out that I lost 20 pounds in a month simply switching to Diet Pepsi. Even further, my addiction to Diet Pepsi, which measures in the gallons per [...:]

Clay Matthews' Poem in Girls with Insurance

Clay Matthews--Superfecta

This is a poem, by Clay Matthews,  posted at Girls with Insurance today. It fits right in here, but please follow the link and read the other good stuff they have to offer, then visit Ghost Road Press or Blazevox and pick up his book(s), why don't you? I will be doing so [...:]

Ron Rash's New Collection: Burning Bright

Ron Rash--Burning Bright

You don't have to pay much attention to this blog to know I'm a huge Ron Rash fan.  His new collection Burning Bright arrived in the mail yesterday. I'm saving it until tonight when I can devote full attention to it. In the interim, here's a review from, of all places, the [...:]

Ringlets, fiction by Jim Parks

Rosalie's hair is glossy and black, as glossy and black as a raven's wing. It hangs down over her sun-bronzed shoulders and back in ringlets she makes with a curling iron.

She reaches up and back to grasp a sheaf of these ringlets and there is the brisk metallic sound of a spring-loaded hair [...:]

Bottom Dog Press's Appalachian Working-Class Fiction

I should have known about these folks long ago, yeah? Somewhere along the line I found out about them and forgot until recently, when Charles Dodd White told me about an anthology he'd be editing with Page Seay. More on that at the end of this post. What I found most intriguing was this list [...:]

Fracking Good/Fracking Bad

This first article, basically a rehashed press release if you ask me, gives you the gas company perspective, as well as the web address of the Marcellus Shale Coalition, a group of (wait for it–not government regulators, not community members, not EPA reps) gas companies (oh, we can trust them, big business has never [...:]

Revelations, fiction by Tamara Linse

And the devil, who deceived them, was thrown into the lake of burning sulfur, where the beast and the false prophet had been thrown. They will be tormented day and night for ever and ever. Revelations 20:10

Dan, Killer, and I are in the Kum & Go snagging some breakfast before heading off to [...:]

New Stylings for the Chicken

I'm messing with layout and things, as you no doubt have seen, hence the lack of new content. I'm trying to migrate all my links and et ceteras from the original Blogger account, and I have to do it piecemeal. So I draw your attention to those links on the right hand side. You may [...:]