Brodie Lowe: Saddling (fiction)
Southern Legitimacy Statement: North Carolinian by birth. Raised on about ten acres of land where I roamed as a kid with a coonskin hat and Red Ryder BB gun, imagining myself to be Davy Crockett — all thanks to Fess Parker....
Nick Bertelson: It Says Something about a Man (fiction)
Southern Legitimacy Statement: Though I live in Iowa, I know a lot of men around here who inexplicably speak in a southern accent. In fact, it was a man like that who inspired the story I am submitting to you. Moreover,...
Phillip Hall: Special Delivery (Short Fiction)
Southern Legitimacy Statement: I live in Virginia, along with most of my family. Special Delivery The year was 1995. The internet was still brand new, and cell phones hadn’t become mainstream. Social media had yet to make people antisocial, and fake...
Valerie MacEwan: Local Girls Finds Glory (short fiction)
I knew I’d best get in the mail before I got dressed for Mama’s funeral. Sand burrs and beggar lice spank my Converse hightops as I wade through knee-high ditch weeds to get to Mama’s mailbox. They’re clinging to my...
Cecil Geary: An Early Death (fiction)
Southern Legitimacy Statement: I was raised in central Kentucky, southern Indiana, and southern California. The events in this story happened a long time ago, at the end of a war that few remember. An Early Death Robert sat next to...
Joshua Caleb Wilson: A Man Named Karen (fiction)
Southern Legitimacy Statement: What on earth is a “Southern Legitimacy Statement” ??? I”m only typing in this box because it’s required. *ah ha! Someone didn’t pay attention to the directions, Ed. A Man Named Karen Karen’s name had never really bothered...
Jake W. Ford: A Fear All Her Own (flash fiction)
Southern Literacy Statement: I’m a fifth generation East Tennessean. I’ve cleared fields, dug post holes, chopped wood, and hauled hay. Had a beagle named Clyde that wadn’t worth a damn. As a teen I worked at the local AM country...
Daun Daemon: Good Customers (fiction)
SOUTHERN LEGITIMACY STATEMENT: Born and raised in Caldwell County, North Carolina, I have lived in the Old North State most of my life (except for two soggy years in Oregon – what was I thinking?). I am the youngest of...
Michael Wade: Collard Heaven (Fiction)
Southern Legitimacy Statement (one of the best ever): After we moved to the burbs off the farm in Down East North Carolina, my Daddy wanted to make sure his boys didn’t forget our roots. So one summer when I was thirteen...
Mourning Dove by Claire Fullerton (a novel)
“I’d never had a broken heart and didn’t understand the difference between what you feel and what you have to do.” The novel, Mourning Dove embraces an enduring story of the 1970s American South and holds onto it with a such...
John Brewer: The Sounds of the South (fiction)
Southern Legitimacy Statement: I am a child of rural Texas. The southern part not the Western part. I was raised by an Alabama born grandmother. As such I believe bacon brings us closer to God and that corn bread is staple...
Aimee Keeble: No Ode to Oxy (essay)
Southern Legitimacy Statement: I live in North Carolina. This area of America has been savaged by Oxycontin or as they call it around here ‘hillbilly heroin.’ I’ve met a lot of people who have been affected by the drug; this is...
Jessica Simpkiss: A dance with the devil when the music won’t stop (flash fiction)
Southern Legitimacy Statement: Despite being born in Sin City, I was raised on I-95, traveling and living in all the states between the Mason Dixon Line and the Florida Everglades, always finding home in a North Carolinian sleepy, coastal town. A...
L.B. Sedlacek: The Care and Feeding of Cemeteries (fiction)
Southern Legitimacy Statement: I grew up in western North Carolina and that’s still where I live now under the shadows of the nearby Blue Ridge Mountains. Except for a stint in Washington DC (which is still pretty close to the...
Julia Hogan: Jump School (short fiction)
Southern Legitimacy Statement: I’m writing this on my porch, in a t-shirt, in December, drinking a PBR. Jump School See, I didn’t learn how to jump out of airplanes the old fashioned way. This was before the Gulf War. I...
Poetry
Essays
