Georgiana, Alabama, 1998 A woman growing old chokes up at the mere thought of seeing the house her father built a half mile away from...

Poets, psychologists, novelists and such have written of the difficulty of "going back home." I have several times driven up old...

Canopic Jar 35, an anthology in print, is now available. Copies can be purchased directly from Canopic (here) or through Amazon (here)....

Waiting is no game. It belongs to life as intimately as sleeping. To survive our times of waiting poses one of life's greatest...

from River City Ebb & Flow In our minds the hotel, the joints, and the clinic served as a funnel to the courthouse. Located on a massive...

In early spring 1968, when I was seven, my brother Hal, five years my senior, showed me how to read the statistics on the back of...

Interlude: Ode on a Miracle A cold January morning. I wake, shower, pour a cup of coffee into a go-cup, and get in the car. The morning...

On one of my many phone conversations with Lloyd’s mother, I thanked her profusely for all the time she spent teaching Lloyd as a boy....

I don’t have any idea how long we had been following the truck, but if you squinted into the noon glare the familiar pig’s head logo...

Charles Leslie died on Dec. 23, 1992, not quite five months past his birth. According to the paperwork, he died of SIDS, an acronym for...

Phil Rice's Foreword for Undiscovered Dinosaur: Adventures with Rock Legends of the 60s, 70s, and 80s by Mick Lee. If I were to...

In a hulking, black-clad mass, nearly twenty turkey vultures congregated in Maude’s yard. The 12-gauge shotgun blasts she fired over...

A selection from The View from My Ridge by Charles E. Rice Growing up in a mill town teaches one violence—and survival tactics. Pietistic...