Chris Jansen : If You Want to Know the Truth : Poetry : May 2019
Southern Legitimacy Statement: Chris Jansen is a former heroin addict. He lives in Athens, Georgia, where he teaches fitness boxing and cares for a disinterested guinea pig named Poozybear. If You Want to Know the Truth If You Want to...
Helen Losse : A yellow flower pops up : Poetry : May 2019
Southern Legitimacy Statement: I started out with “I’m southern ’cause I wanna be,” went on to become the Poetry Editor, and then the Poetry Editor Emeritus of this here Mule. Long live all the dead mules, especially this one. A...
John Nettles : Deployment : Poetry : May 2019
Southern Legitimacy Statement: Contributed a couple of pieces to The Dead Mule about 20 years ago. Born in central Florida, moved to north Georgia. Southern legitimacy? Family reunions always ended with my Uncle Clyde passing out shine to the men...
Jonathan Brooks : A Bubblebath and a Glass of Wine : fiction : May 2019
Southern Legitimacy Statement: I’m a rare Miami native, who has grown up surrounded by South Florida palms and tropical breezes for over five decades. My father was from Wisconsin and my mother is from Cuba. They met in Miami in...
Danny Lee Ingram : Grammar Nudge #4
Southern Legitimacy Statement: I was born in Rome, GA, and raised in Trion, Pennville, and Summerville, GA. After many years as a road musician and earning three degrees–A.S., B.A., M.A., I taught English in three colleges, two of them in...
Virginia Lee : Rusty Roses : Flash Fiction : May 2019
Southern Legitimacy Statement: If you don’t believe I’m legitimately Southern by now, Val, you ain’t right in the haidbone. Rusty Roses Mama used to say that she never had to lecture me much because I knew right from wrong. She...
Craig C. Velez: José v. Ravi : Memoir : May 2019
Southern Legitimacy Statement: After my discharge from the US Army 20 years ago, I planted my roots in Fort Worth, Texas. Since moving here, I have become a huge fan of high school football, pickup trucks, mesquite wood smoke, and...
Mary Siroky : Strike: fiction : May 2019
I am a happy Southern transplant and have lived in the beautiful state of Tennessee for six years now. I adore this place and have absolutely no plans to leave. The plates on my car and frequent use of the...
Joey Holland: Pharmacopoeia : flash fiction : May 2019
Southern Legitimacy Statement: My family never hid our crazy folks; they generally sat on the front porch and enjoyed the breeze just like the family who weren’t crazy. Come to think of it, we all had some crazy mixed in...
Gail Peck: Poetry : May 2019
Southern Legitimacy Statement: When you think the best meal in the world is a pot of pinto beans or cabbage with corn bread you have to be southern. This meal is what I’d find at my grandparents’ house when I...
Mike Sutton: Spadra: Fiction: May 2019
Southern Legitimacy Statement : I grew up running barefoot through the Ouachita and Ozark Mountains chasing crappie by day and visiting with family on the front porch as lightning bugs lit up the night sky. I ran off with the...
Niles Riddick: The Graduate Cabin: Memoir: May 2019
Southern Legitimacy Statement: Of course, it’s Southern and because I’ve been writing in the South and about the South for several decades, I think I’m a Southerner. Last year, I begged my wife to stop along I-75 in Southern Georgia,...
Maggie Dove: Here Lies Huckleberry Bitch: Memoir: May 2019
Southern Legitimacy Statement: I know that a Moon Pie is best served heated from the oven, is eaten with a knife and a fork, and is served on a dessert plate passed down from your great-grandmother who never learned any...
Flash Fiction Competition Winner and Honorable Mentions
Wow! What an amazing bunch of talent we have here in Dead Mule Territory. Had over 85 entries in the Flash Fiction Competition. The fierce competition is over and we have a winner! We will publish the Winner and Five...
Melissa Goodnight : The Line : Fiction : May 2019
Southern Legitimacy Statement: I live in Charlotte, North Carolina with my husband and ten-year-old son. The Line The line shifts. I move quickly, bumping the woman in front of me. Sorry, I mumble. She doesn’t acknowledge me. I think about...
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