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Phoebe Kate Foster: Metropolitan Life
Ms. Foster was the fiction editor of the Dead Mule School of Southern Literature for over 15 years. Her tireless dedication to good fiction made her a cherished resource. We miss her daily. This story comes to us via her...
Cecil Geary: The End of the Pier (short fiction)
Southern Legitimacy Statement: I was raised in central Kentucky, southern Indiana, and southern California. We moved to California when I was twelve years old. The End of the Pier It was still dark when we started out for Newport Beach. We...
Nina Fosati: You Got to Throw the Little Ones Back (flash fiction)
Southern Legitimacy Statement We’ve got Texas relatives who, for years, have told us we have to move to the land of living large. I witnessed the following exchange at the Houston airport. You Got to Throw the Little Ones Back...
Helen Wurthmann: Not Funny Ha-Ha (fiction)
Southern Legitimacy Statement: I was born and raised in Missouri, whose Southern statehood led to the civil war, regardless of whether or not modern Missourians consider themselves Southerners. Missouri and I are the middle children of our respective families: often overlooked...
Anne Anthony: Music As Her Refuge (Fiction)
Southern Legitimacy Statement Anne Anthony lives in North Carolina though when she engages you in conversation it’s clear she was born above the Mason-Dixon Line. Still, if she’s reading you her stories, sometimes her voice slides into the gentle sway...
Neva Bryan: Sparks and Vinegar (Short Fiction)
Southern Legitimacy Statement: Kentucky-born and Virginia-raised, I am the daughter and granddaughter of coal miners. As a child, I played in the woods every summer day, caught lightning bugs in jars at night, and made lunch out of saltine crackers slathered...
Christopher Allen: Father-Son Activity (short fiction)
My Southern Legitimacy Statement: I was raised “in town,” which means Nashville, but my mother’s family comes from Bell Buckle, which is near Hatchet Holler where my mother was born (she says “borned”) in a shack that has probably succumbed...
Ted Harrison: Pop and Water Oaks (short fiction)
MY SOUTHERN LEGITIMACY STATEMENT I am a born and bred North Carolinian. My life has included having my pictured made with Al “Lash” LaRue at the State Theatre in Salisbury. I met Andy Griffith and even took his picture. My younger...
Rick Hoffman: Be Good for Goodness’ Sake (short fiction)
Southern Legitimacy Statement: I am a transplanted person. I live in the Northeast, but I was raised in Mississippi and Louisiana, and I visit the South Carolina Lowcountry twice a year. I cannot quit the South of my childhood. It...
Carrie Martin: Tuesday Afternoon (short fiction)
Southern Legitimacy Statement: I was born and raised in TN, but have made the Southern circuit. I currently reside in Greenville, SC. Tuesday Afternoon “We gotta git the house ready for visitors,” she stated, matter of factly. The screen door...
Cormac McShane: Ruin (short fiction)
Southern Legitimacy Statement: My Southern-ness is complex, and split between pride and shame. My mother is from Virginia, and a descendant of the Prestons who came over in the early eighteenth-century. Smithfield Plantation near Blacksburg is an ancestral home of...
Cecil Geary: Bicycle Paths (short fiction)
Southern Legitimacy Statement: I was raised in central Kentucky, southern Indiana, and southern California. My relatives first came to Kentucky from Virginia in 1800. I usually write humorous stories about the folks I knew in Kentucky. The attached story is...
Josh Patrick Sheridan: Pride (a short story)
Southern Legitimacy Statement: I’m born and raised in Lewisburg, a small West Virginia town a heavy stone’s throw from the southern border with Virginia. I went to elementary school with a drawl and to high school with an accent, but...
Nelson Lowhim: The Artist
Southern Legitimacy Statement: Was in the south when in the Army. Good times. Or not. Here’s a piece about the scars some carry along with their long and sordid history. The Artist I once knew a painter, artist type, his face...
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