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		<title>Poetry filled through July</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Poetry for all issues through July is full.  Unless your poems were in my inbox at midnight EST March 8, you can expect a long wait.
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		<title>Mule Nominations for Best New Poets 2010</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 08 Mar 2010 20:39:11 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>Daniel Hoda-Shook – Three Poems</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 02 Mar 2010 04:06:22 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Southern Legitimacy Statement:

I asked my Chicago-born wife of eight years to explain why I am Southern.  (The parentheticals are mine.)

"Daniel,  there are so many things you could write about. You got married in a tuxedo that you bought at the Goodwill store the day before the ceremony. Tell them how you and Bill lassoed the seven-foot alligator and hauled it all over town showing neighbors and relatives before falling square on your butt when it lunged at y'all out of the trunk.  Tell them how your brother and his wife raised goats and fowl in the yard of their plumbingless house, and when you asked what happened to them, gleaned that they'd eaten them in lean unemployment times. Tell them how many times you have threatened to leave your beautiful legitimate educated wonderful wife (her words verbatim) for Patty Loveless, just to hear her twang (actually, her dialect is extraordinary, rapturous).  How you like your wife to call you "Danjo" in bed. Tell how you are always wanting your wife to grow out her armpits and leg hair because you think it is sexy. Tell how you've eaten opossum, rabbit, coon, rattlesnake and raw oysters right off the rock to your father's delight (he was a gourmet of sorts).  Oh, and tell them how you were arrested in the city park in nothing but your underwear retrieving a half-empty bottle of wine you'd been sulking with there with the night before.  That was REALLY charming.  Don't fail to mention that when I bailed you out, I did NOT bring you anything to wear home. (Curiously, this parallels an anecdote about Faulkner we learned from locals in Oxford MS, where we honeymooned, bribing the groundskeeper to let us into Rowan Oak for a look around) Tell how in college you had this Jesus Period OF YEARS where you lived in a homeless shelter (worked, actually) and only wore gray T-shirts, worn jeans, sandals and ball-caps without variation. Say how you lived as a bachelor until 40, eating meals out of cans and so now when I make you a Banquet frozen pot pie you think I've prepared you a gourmet meal.  How you can't go to bed without eating 3 bowls of cereal heaped in tablespoons of sugar. That at Christmas you empty all our cracker boxes in the pantry to wrap presents….How you told the choir director of the church when we were dating (I was organist) that your hands were stained from refinishing furniture because you couldn't wash the hair-dye off of them.  Oh, Oh! And tell how in high school how you (and others) cemented your reputation as a nerd by lighting your farts in the motel on a student trip (I was actually more interested in the science of it, truth be told) I could come up with some more, Daniel . . ."
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		<title>Pat Tompkins &#8211; Four Short Poems  (Haiku and Tanka)</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 02 Mar 2010 04:05:01 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Southern Legitimacy Statement:

I still cook and enjoy okra some 45 years after leaving the South, where I started grade school in Baton Rouge. I have the good fortune of having a mother from New Orleans who taught me how to make gumbo and remoulade sauce and introduced me to Truman Capote and Eudora Welty (not literally).
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		<title>Beth Easley &#8211; “A Woman Prophet Breaks a Jar” – A Poem</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 02 Mar 2010 04:04:41 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Southern Legitimacy Statement:

When I eat at Cracker Barrel I order Chicken 'n Slick - with a side of slick.

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		<title>Rick Jarman &#8211; “Dead Grass” &#8211; A Poem</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 02 Mar 2010 04:03:51 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Southern Legitimacy Statement:

Growing up in Tippah County in north Mississippi, I feel that I was truly blessed. Where else could you buy blackberries from Toad Flake, actual name, as he toted them from house to house. I know it’s carried, but we always called it toting? The names were astounding. Avis Bass, an uncle who played the fiddle. His band, “Avis Bass and the Swingers.”  And Emma my mother. Except her name was and is still  pronounced Emmer.  Cotton fields. When I was about eight years old or so, I thought it would be nice to hide in the cotton field for three hours. Emmer thought that I had been kidnapped by a trucker whizzing down Highway 72. I was beaten with a switch. Emmer knew just the tree. I never hid in the cotton field again. My best friend was Ronald Wilbanks. His father Floyd, always bought his Ford trucks in Memphis. He said that he got a better deal down there.  We used to go to the storm house because my mother was scared of thunderstorms. It was a big hole dug in the side of a large red clay bank. My relatives would show up, and they would bring my Great Grandmother, Etta Bass, Avis’s mother. She told us the best scary stories which she called “Bear Tales.” Scare the Hell out of ya.
I love the south and my ashes will be scattered among my kinfolk at Camp Ground Methodist Church which is located in the woods near Chalybeate.
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		<title>John Hartness &#8211; “Aftermath”- A Poem</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 02 Mar 2010 04:02:39 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Southern Legitimacy Statement:

I'm from Charlotte, NC, and I grew up in Bullock Creek, SC. Aside from the mere fact of growing up in a place named after a Creek, which should in and of itself serve to vouch for my legitimacy as a Southerner, I have the innate ability to know the difference between Merle Watson, Merle Travis and Merle Haggard as well as knowing how to clean a shotgun and a fish. My status as a southerner was cemented when Turner Broadcasting chose one of my spoken word performances for their commercial series on "My South," thus introducing the true words and worth of the South to all those damn yankees watching the Braves games. My mama makes gravy from scratch and I had a brother-in-law named Bubba who had his name on the back of his belt and used to cook a pig in a pit for the 4th of July every year. I like my beer cold, my pickles fried and my barbeque wit mustard sauce, cause that's how we do it my patch of woods.

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		<title>Melissa McEwan – “Summer-Life” &#8211; A Poem</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 02 Mar 2010 04:01:51 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Southern Legitimacy Statement:

My mother (Sarah Nell) and her nine, ten, or eleven sisters (Minnie Pearl said like Minna Pearl, Eartha May said like Ersuh May, Mary Helen said like May Hella, Rosalee, and etc.) grew up in River Falls, Alabama with their two brothers (Pete and Snow) and mother LueBertha. They had chickens and pigs and cows and they grew their own corn, and tomatoes, and okra, and peas. My father and his sister grew up in Thomasville, Alabama and they had a pecan tree in their backyard. Their uncle and aunt raised them. Uncle Alphonza and Aunt Dora were known as grandpa and grandma to my sisters and me. I was born and raised in Connecticut. It may have looked like Connecticut on the outside, but inside my parents' house it smelled and sounded like Alabama. We ate grits and "hot sausages" (I don't know what else to call them) and boiled peanuts and my mother says "Eem/Ev'm" for "even" just like in Eudora Welty books. She says, "I be dog," and all that. She's just so southern.
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		<title>Helen Losse &#8211; A Review of Paternity by Scott Owens</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 13 Feb 2010 20:01:16 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[February 2010

Every once in a while, one of our editors does something different—just to mix things up a bit, to keep the Dead Mule fresh, figuratively, if not literally.  This month our Poetry Editor, Helen Losse, has reviewed a poetry book, Paternity by Scott Owens.  Owens is a regular contributor to the Mule.  Losse is a poet herself as well as our Poetry Editor.  Her first book, Better With Friends, was published last year by Rank Stranger Press.  The Mule may or may not publish other reviews.  But if we do, it will be because we have decided to do so and the time is right.  Please don’t ask us to review your book.  Don't even hint you would like us to review it.
–the editors of the Dead Mule
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		<title>About Poetry Submissions</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 02 Feb 2010 18:40:23 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>Stephen Orr Manning &#8211; “The Big House” &#8211;  A Long Poem</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 01 Feb 2010 14:48:14 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Southern Legitimacy Statement:

Much of my childhood was spent hunting for the bobcat 'Ole Three Toes' who lived on the farm, fishing for the grandaddy bass 'Ole Split Lip' who lived under the stump in the creek, playing shortstop, playing saxophone in a jazz band and being bored with school. Not wanting to interrupt my education, I quit and joined the United States Air Force, which made it possible for me to spend 30+ years overseas, get a Master's and miss fried chicken, catfish and Cajun cooking. Now 44 years later, back home in my woods maybe 100 miles from where Momma was born, I get the question, "Ya'll not from 'round here, air ya?" Now I watch baseball, listen to Southern music but I'm still hunting Ole Three Toes and fishing for Ole Split Lip. I'm going to get them, too.

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		<title>Scott Owens &#8211;  Three Poems</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 01 Feb 2010 14:45:20 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Southern Legitimacy Statement:

It is possible to be proud of coming from the South but still give up certain things:  2 cups of sugar in a gallon of tea, biscuits as heavy as vowels in a Southern drawl, houses with wheels.  Then again, if you want to pull up a chair and sit a spell I reckon I can give you plenty of reasons I never figure to be too far away from these mountains for too long.

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		<title>Jerry M. White – Three Poems</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 01 Feb 2010 14:35:54 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Southern Legitimacy Statement:

Georgia born, Georgia raised, and Georgia educated. Very proud to be the only son of an only son of the Deep South.  I live in Atlanta Georgia and was on Auburn Avenue the day of MLK's funeral.

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