Written by Nevada McPherson – A faded red pick-up truck rolls into a trailer park, heading toward a single wide trailer with a rickety deck surrounded by lawn ornaments: flamingos, gnomes, and butterflies. Lila parks the truck and gets out. In her late-thirties, she looks and dresses like a woman withContinue Reading
Written by RF Wilson – Sheila Magnuson, a barista at Mean Beans Cafe, was on a break when she noticed that Sam was missing. Sam was a neighborhood icon, always seen seated on a chair outside the front door of the Downtown Gentlemen’s Store. He looked like a life-sized Cabbage PatchContinue Reading
Written by Maryann Zeliznak – Dear Armchair Travelers, The Horse Creek Water Trail is now open! All ye canoers and kayakers gather up your gear. Go meander the many “S” curves. Go with the flow. Just do it. ‘Twas strange to put in amid the blocks of long abandoned Graniteville factories. OneContinue Reading
Written by Sandee Setliff – There are some things you can’t change no matter how much you wish you could. Like typing up a story and having it all wiped out by one key stroke. Yes, this was my lot with the first draft of this story. I tried to retrieveContinue Reading
George Ellison. Artwork by Elizabeth Ellison Wretched Sedge (Carex miser Buckley 1843; C. misera Small 1903); endemic to 13 counties in the Blue Ridge (TN, GA, NC); clumps of narrow pale-green grass-like leaves up to 16 inches droop forlornly from crevices in shaded seepage cliffs underlainContinue Reading
Written by Phil Okrend – Recently my oldest son, Jordan asked me to help him with a college psychology assignment. His assignment was to record my recollection of an event that we both experienced to see how our memories of that event contrasted. I told him that there was a traumaticContinue Reading
George Ellison. Artwork by Elizabeth Ellison. I Knew In My Heart “You ask in your letter of the bird that nested beside the cabin door before you went away,” she wrote. “The cabin burned in 1945. After moving to town I listened to him sing on a vinyl 45Continue Reading
Written by Sandee Setliff – OK, so fly fishing is way outside my comfort zone, so bear with me. There is something so romantic about the sport: speaking as a woman who only catches her fish in the market place. Men, all decked out in their waders, vests and hats, carryingContinue Reading
Written by Nick Andrea – I pulled in behind her aged frame, permed silver hair, and athletic shoes adorning steadily, striding feet. “That body was young once, but surely there is something inside that never ages,” appeared the thought on the mirror of an observing mind. My thirty-two year old stridesContinue Reading
