Santa Claus always gets the credit for delivering Christmas gifts, but it was tired, overworked bastards like me making sure everything got there on time, 13-speed, 500-horsepower white Freightliner pulling a dry van, and rather than shouting ho-ho-ho and whipping reins, we were throwing gears and blowing our horns at assholes in beemers cutting us off at every exit.… more
Tag Archives: Rural
One Hundred Knives
Fiction by Josh DaleI made a rule in the old apartment not to answer the phone during exercise time, but this was a new house, my house. I make a new rule, pull the phone out.… more
Ralphie is a Good Boy
Fiction by Sacha BissonnetteRalphie is a good dog. We say “Good boy!” and “Good doggie!” because Ralphie can wait patiently for his turn to eat. Ma says, “Patience is a virtue.” So when Ralphie waits patiently by the table for us to be done, Ma lets him clean up the scraps. Ralphie is a Golden Lab. He is… more
Relentless
Fiction by K. A. TateA good Christian boy learns to lie to himself in profound ways.… more
Good at Finding
Fiction by Sacha BissonnetteI can still hear her sayin’, “Why you want to clean up after people’s dirty selves. Not too much pride in that.”… more
HARVEST
Fiction by Evan GrayBut Myers always wanted to quit the mine that he worked full time for, to fold his workpants up, shove them into the woodstove, beat across Field’s Church Road down to the riverbank, and slowly drown himself, strangling on the water, washing the ash and dust out of his eardrums, and die in a pure way, natural, so he wouldn’t end up dirty like his father, hanging from the main beam, filthy as a day’s work. … more
