Kmart Realism

A. Loudermilk I look at the sky and I say you can have it — Bet they don’t even bother to look down on us from their window seats: big rig jackknifed in Missouri, wife too busy to welcome me back to Kentucky, some old war by the Tennessee River. And mom-in-law disapproves. Weed may… More

From Beneath the Bridge

P. Ivan Young I hear the knocking of their hooves, watch the wood splinter, needle the sun shafts that pierce my dark. Who wouldn’t challenge the boldness of young goats crossing to greener pastures as if this were some right? I knew their deception would end badly for me. But because they were trying something… More