
Vol. 1, Issue 45
“The proverbial hospitality of the South may be selectively extended but it is not a myth.”
― Sally Mann


What We Southerners Call Grace | Nonfiction
It was late, and I was drunk, which (by my estimation) is a good start to any story. New York was larger-than-life to a boy like me, a boy who grew up with the Carolina Lowcountry running through his veins. Only hours earlier, I had hunkered down on a bar stool,...
“Even Assholes Get To Be Anonymous” & “True Crime in Trees” | Poetry
Even Assholes Get To Be Anonymous You hit a bottom — what they say it takes to know you’re not okay. Find a program, two initials; last one is A. To make the circle round this room, brand new, goddamn nervous, too, stripper at a church — not there to pray. To find...