Michael Parker “message in a bottle”
Southern Legitimacy Statement:
Raised and fed by a Southern lady from Chattanooga, who taught me good eating and good manners.
When I die and go to heaven, I’m praying the heavenly banquet will include:
Fried Livermush
Pintos (with pork in them)
Green beans (with pork in them)
Collards (with pork in them)
Corn bread (with pork cracklins in it)
If there is no livermush or pigs in heaven, then–if I have my ‘druthers–I reckon I’ll have to stay right here in North Carolina.
Deb Jellett “Southerness”
I used to say I was from the South, but not "of" it. I think I just had to find the right kind of Southerness.
Deb Jellett “Daddy Elvis”
southern legitimacy statement: I was born and raised in Mobile, Alabama, but never learned to be a cute or sweet purdy girl, so I moved to England where surliness is appreciated.
Zacc Dukowitz “Ernesto and the Mule”
Southern Legitimacy Statement*
I have shot containers of propane with my grandfather's 12 gauge and yodeled with delight at the plume of flame that erupted into the night like a spume of blood from the skull of a Foreigner. I have walked often and barefeeted, and never been a stranger to hardship. I have thought of Andrew Jackson while alone in the darkness of my dead lover's room, and been comforted.
*featured on the Dead Mule's Facebook page
Rena McClure Taylor “Onions Can Make You Cry”
Southern Legitimacy Statement: We only eat Vidalia onions.
Brigette Steel:
SLS: A native of the Pacific Northwest, I lived in north Florida for eighteen months as a teenager. I was introduced to cornbread dressing, boiled peanuts, and beaches you can actually swim in.
Margo Roby Poems
Southern Legitimacy Statement:
1] My ancestors helped settle Charleston, South Carolina. The cemeteries are filled with them.
2] Several of them are named Zorababel. That's a first name. If you were male, why then, it became Zorobabel.
3] During the Civil War my family fought for the South [one half of us -- the other half are damned Yankees].
4] My husband's wedding present to me was a pistol. Forty years later, I still have it and we are still married.
5] My husband and I appear to share a few ancestors. I am much more excited about this than he.
6] We live on Peachtree Road, Atlanta, Georgia. Do I even need the first five?
Thom Brucie: Three Poems
Southern Legitimacy Statement: I was once instructed on the proper division of north from south: All citizens who live below Highway #10 are Southerners; all citizens who live above Highway #10 are Yankees; all citizens who live above the Mason-Dixon line are damn Yankees. I once lived in New York.
Always Clap for the Band by Clint Tyra
Southern Legitimacy Statement: I was born in Alabama, grew up in Georgia, went to school in Mississippi, lived in Nashville and do my fishing in South Carolina. I've spent a lot of time on the grounds Faulkner's Rowan Oak and on the highway around Larry Browns farm. I currently live a street over from Carson McCullers' house. I don't know how much more legitimate I can be than that.
Seven Prodigious Poems by R. Flowers Rivera
R. Flowers Rivera is native of Mississippi, she completed a Ph.D. at Binghamton University and an M.A. at Hollins University. Her short story, “The Iron Bars,” won the 1999 Peregrine Prize, and she has been a finalist for the May Swenson Award, the Journal Intro Award, the Naomi Long Madgett, the Gary Snyder Memorial Award, the Paumanok Award, as well as garnering nominations for Pushcarts. Her poetry collection Troubling Accents is forthcoming from Xavier Review Press. View more of her work by visiting http://www.promethea.com
Molly Felder “Custody” flash fiction
Southern Legitimacy Statement: The family’s all tore up: PawPaw and Mimi because Pepe was such a teeniny dog and just flattened under the wheel of that teenager’s Camaro—never stood a chance!—and me because I’m on the outs with Aunt Jean.
I was only joking about her potato salad.
“Aunt Jean and her potato salad” was truly all I said.
I may have also laughed.
And now she won’t say boo to me, as if I meant that she went around offering it to people, whether they wanted it or not!
So you can see that if you accept my story, it will be cause for celebration. PawPaw and Mimi would smile again, and Aunt Jean would congratulate me, although I’ll have to take her out for some broasted chicken, Texas toast, and hand-packed ice cream first.
Jessica Wimmer “Sweet Baby Lamb”
SLS: It was probably around age seven in the middle of a winter night that I realized how southern I was while dangling my legs in Granny's outhouse.
Susan Miller “Last Job” flash fiction
Southern Legitimacy Statement: Born many years ago in the 'Who'sthare' state, this writer seeks to expand and share stories with anyone who enjoys a midwestern flavor. I enjoy trying flash, shorts, and vignettes, or (postcard stories) if you will. The name 'Dead Mule' grabbed my attention as I've been called a j.a. many times over the span of 50 some years. I like walking in the nettles and then wading in the crik.
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