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He Brought His Canvases Over

  He Brought His Canvases Over By Ryan Quinn Flanagan   He Brought His Canvases Over and he kept hauling these giant paintings through the front door so that I began to wonder how he had carried them all over, … Continue reading

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Anthony Bourdain Crosses the River of the Dead

  Anthony Bourdain Crosses the River of the Dead By John Dorsey   Anthony Bourdain Crosses the River of the Dead & there is nothing to eat a mouse carrying a ham sandwich died in the corner of the room … Continue reading

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Larry

. Larry By Tim Peeler   Larry There’s an owl-faced hillbilly boy staring at me across The Cracker Barrel dining room where I’m sat back to the fireplace, Waiting on pecan-crusted catfish, cornbread, Collards, contemporary country music with its TV … Continue reading

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The Art of Acquiescence

  The Art of Acquiescence By Margaret Crocker   THE ART OF ACQUIESCENCE To be a woman in this world is to bend and curve and slip around its corners like a snake in the river. The river has always … Continue reading

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Maiden Voyage

– Maiden Voyage By Howie Good   Maiden Voyage All things are photographable. Two days ago it was a ruined farmer walking slowly over a country bridge, as if looking for a place to jump. Yesterday it was a man … Continue reading

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Mull to Ulva

  Mull to Ulva By Tobi Alfier   Mull to Ulva Because the distance from land-shore to island is a fingersnap in the constant of all time. Because the tides bless fishermen and landlocked alike, full creels the harvest here, … Continue reading

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The Ferry Captain

  The Ferry Captain By Jeffrey Alfier   The Ferry Captain He is the hull, diesel and waterline that mark him, ligature of fists on the wheel. He is bow wave and sting of spindrift, inlets sprawled with waterfowl, tidewrack, … Continue reading

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