Sean Lyon: Momma’s Letter to Inmate (Fiction) Nov. 2018
Southern Legitimacy Statement: The house I lived in as a child had to be abandoned when my parents got divorced. It sat on 54 acres of land, every inch of which I walked as a young man, sometimes eating apples,...
J. Edwards: Royal Blood (fiction) Nov. 2018
Southern Legitimacy Statement: I am certified in using a picket fence, rubber flooring, and duct tape to seal a bedroom for a Florida CAT4 hurricane before running inside to drink. My blood is now mostly orange juice, BBQ sauce, and a...
Jessica Simpkiss: Poor Men’s Currency (fiction) Nov 2018
Poor Men’s Currency I sat at the kitchen table with my mother while we watched through the large bay window waiting for my father’s return. The fire sizzled and popped loudly from the other room. I listened as my mother’s...
November Issue coming soon — OOOPS 17th
November will be online by the 15th, our new publishing date each month. Yup, you got us right, we’ll start publishing the 15th through the 14th, new issues on the 15th. Make sense? Does to us. We’ll have new and...
Kermit Turner: Intrusion (micro-fiction) Oct 2018
Southern Legitimacy Statement: I grew up on a farm in Lincoln County, NC– a farm too small to support a family, so my dad worked a forty-hour week in a furniture factory in addition to farming. I and my brothers and...
Karan Freimark: Justice for Charlie (short fiction) Oct. 2018
Southern Legitimacy Statement: I grew up in the Kentucky countryside. When we were kids, my brother and I ran across some poems by James Whitcomb Riley in an old discarded literature book. That book got knocked about in our house,...
Tyler Sheldon: The Clay (fiction) Oct. 2018
SOUTHERN LEGITIMACY STATEMENT I’ve lived in Louisiana for a handful of years, moving here to pursue my MFA at McNeese State University. In that time, I’ve tried no fewer than six different gas stations’ boudin (they always have the BEST...
Berta Morgan: Puppy Love (short fiction)
Southern Legitimacy Statement: I was born and raised in Indiana. If that is not southern enough for you, my Indiana relatives liked to call me “half breed” because my daddy came from Kentucky and married my Hoosier mama. We spent every...
Donna Walker-Nixon: Death Comes for Yertle (short fiction) Sept 2018
Southern Legitimacy Statement: You can tell I’m from the South since I am obsessed with telling stories about about my parents and grandparents so that my nieces and nephews will at least have an idea of things that shaped the lives...
Victoria J. Ashford: Simple Things (short fiction) Sept 2018
Southern Legitimacy Statement: My father was from Meridian, MS, my mother from Phenix, VA, but I was raised in the West. Yet, thanks to my serving in the United States Air Force, I was continuously moved east and south of...
Andrew Miller: Stone Wall (micro-fiction) Sept 2018
Southern Legitimacy Statement: I was born in Michigan, lived in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania and Louisville, Kentucky, then spent 25 years in Vicksburg, Mississippi, and am now in Florida. I love the south: its people, weather, food, culture, and music. Stone Wall...
Maggie Hess: Hoodwinked Vignettes Part 2 (fiction) Sept 2018
Southern Legitimacy Statement: already proved myself Southern once on here. I forget how. Perhaps I showed a picture of my laundry hanging in the sunshine. 🙂 I am proud to live in Bristol Tennessee, just a notch south of Bristol, Virginia....
Brian Frazier: One Call (flash fiction)
Southern Legitimacy Statement: The Fraziers come from the Kentucky Hills with a history of fixing cars and women’s hair. My grandpa, or Pa, distilled corn liquor and raised chickens. My Papa bought and sold cars from Fancy Farm all the...
Eric Luthi: Waffles and Bacon (Fiction)
Southern Legitimacy Statement: Pliny was a Roman statesman who lived about the time of Christ. He was also a naturalist and that is how I came to be acquainted with his writings. “Robur the oak,” is one of his lines. It...
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....