Dead Mule School of Southern Literature

The Dead Mule’s Best of the Net Nominations for 2010

PoetEditor — Mon, 30 Aug 2010 16:10:50 +0000

Poetry (6) After going to the link, scroll down to find the particular poem.

Justin Evans – “Confession”
Tim Peeler – “Hoe Boy’s Grieflets”
Rusty Barnes – “How It Begins”
Lana Maht Wiggins – “Wading Through Phoenix Ash”
Pat Riviere-Seel – “The Good Mother”
Pris Campbell – “Invasion”

Short Stories (2)

Adam Hofbauer – “The Easter Machine”
Jordan Fennel – “Becoming”

Creative Nonfiction (1)

Beth Ross – “Leatherwood Holler”

Fall Fiction and ya’ll listen up now, hear?

editor — Sun, 15 Aug 2010 21:45:47 +0000

ya'll Mules are the best readers AND writers online.

Fan Mail at the Mule

PoetEditor — Thu, 29 Jul 2010 16:00:11 +0000

Letters of appreciation are appreciated!

Excellent online Literary Journal – Robert Paul Cesaretti

editor — Thu, 22 Jul 2010 16:18:24 +0000

Great Fiction – Fabulous Essays!

editor — Thu, 22 Jul 2010 15:58:16 +0000

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PoetEditor — Fri, 16 Jul 2010 23:04:14 +0000

John Riley – Keep Chopping

editor — Sat, 10 Jul 2010 20:17:29 +0000

We had two mules on our old farm--Bob and Mike. Bob was blind in one eye and Mike died from the grass founder. Bob got old and died a peaceful but lonely death. My dad was from Mississippi, outside Oxford, and my mom from North Carolina, where I grew up. The old farm was in Randolph County. The old man up and left us and my mom rented out our tobacco allotment and got a job in a mill in town. Later on my grandpa moved in with us. He'd lost half of one arm to a cotton gin back in 1919. Everyone called him “Nub.” He was eighty-two when he moved in and I was ten. I've lived down here most of my life. Did the Southern thing and left, determined to never come back, and came back a few years later. The old farm place was sold years ago and is a trailer court now. I live in a city and work as an editor. I love sweet potatoes.

Sue Walker – Good Grief

editor — Sat, 10 Jul 2010 16:41:36 +0000

Southern Legitimacy Statement: Southern writers don't have to make a thing. Good grief: everything just happens right before their eyes.

Cecile Dixon – Whiskey From a Spoon

editor — Sat, 10 Jul 2010 16:39:04 +0000

I was born and raised in a part of the country not thought of a typically southern. I was raised in Estill County, Kentucky, which lies beside the Kentucky River at the foothills of the magnificent Appalachian Mountains. I have always thought of Kentucky as a bastard child of the south. The south doesn’t claim Kentucky in proper society, but we who live there know we belong to the south just the same. Listen to our speech and after three words you know we are related closer to Tennessee and Georgia than we could ever be to our northern cousins. I grew up drinking sweet tea and eating cornbread. I say Mam and Sir. I know what kudzu is and I have tasted moonshine fresh from a still. Now it don’t matter much what you think, because I know I am Southern.

Gemini Magazine

editor — Sat, 10 Jul 2010 16:19:27 +0000

Kevin D. Blankenship – “In the Low Country” – A Chapbook

PoetEditor — Thu, 01 Jul 2010 04:12:14 +0000

Southern Legitimacy Statement: I have had coon dogs, and know how to make sweet tea and fry chicken, fry pork chops, fry everything I think. I know the sounds of Sunday in the south, and I know the whispers of honeysuckle in the twilight. I am southern to the core, for better or for worse. Editor’s note: All chapbooks in this issue are by invitation only.

Tim Peeler – “Gravity” – A Chapbook

PoetEditor — Thu, 01 Jul 2010 04:11:09 +0000

Concerning Tim Peeler’s Southern Legitimacy: "Tim Peeler" means “southern” in the Dead Mule’s book. He’s been in the Mule since way back before the Mule died. Check him out on the Wayback Machine. We published another chapbook, “Propagation,” by Tim Peeler in November 2007. Check it out. Editor's note: All chapbooks in this issue are by invitation only.

CL Bledsoe – “My Mother Making Donuts” – A Chapbook

PoetEditor — Thu, 01 Jul 2010 04:10:44 +0000

Southern Legitimacy Statement: I was raised on a catfish farm in Eastern Arkansas. My family raised cattle, soybeans, and rice. My favorite meal is biscuits and gravy for breakfast and Memphis ribs for lunch. Supper is cornbread and white beans, of course. Editor's note: All chapbooks in this issue are by invitation only.