
Vol. 1, Issue 6
“Grits are hot; they are abundant, and they will by-gosh stick to your ribs. Give your farmhands (that is, your children) cold cereal for breakfast and see how many rows they hoe. Make them a pot of grits and butter, and they’ll hoe till dinner and be glad to do it.”
THE CRACKER KITCHEN, Janis Owens


“Misjudged” & “Prayer at the Passing of a Stray Cat” | Poetry
Misjudged Across the bus aisle, a woman my age, neatly built and neatly dressed, looks past me, through the window at the passing buildings. ‘What did he say? I can’t hear,’ I complain. A man at her side, salt and pepper hair, elbows on knees, sits...