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Read the Summer 2018 Issue

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bell hooks and Fenton Johnson

Rae RGH

Interview: Lyrae Van Clief-Stefanon & Rebecca Gayle Howell

Dark Spirits

A Tennessean would tell you this: the state’s Whiskey Trail is a big reason why the South is home to more craft whiskey distilleries than any other region. Volunteer State sippers savor Corsair, George Dickel, Pritchard’s, Nashville Craft, Nelson’s Green Brier, Short Mountain, Sugarlands, Tennessee Hills. I learned this lore from…

Funeral March

Lois At the exact moment Nan Paul died in her hospital bed, her thirty-five-year-old daughter Lois stood in the concessions room at St.Mary’s Health buying a Diet Coke. She had been hit with the déjà vu of being in this concessions room numerous times— with her Grandpa Hughes and her great-aunt— never with Nan. The walls, covered in seafoam green textured…

For Those of Us Who Are Easily Lost

Give us a phone number, something we can fold and pocket and take along. We’re like laboratory mice who have been whirled in a windsock in some equilibrium experiment. Back out on the floor their compasses are drunk, they stagger right, left, then fall into a heap of themselves. Locals…

A Study of the Infinite

Today you do not feel thirty but barely twenty parked along the Blue Ridges, when you wore the night around your hips, your mouth a passage he rewrote over and over. All that mattered was the restless tangle, the threat of blue lights, sirens you watched for over his shoulder.…

Letters to the Living

I. Charles Monterville Francis (1887–1918) The oldest Francis son. Died in combat during WWI. What do you know, for sure? Just now, I try to remember if the honeydew bloomed on both sides of the creek, if Pinkney’s apples placed first in this year’s county fair, if the church bells…

Myth

What sparked to life first— the apple/the seed, the belief/the believer, the sin/the woman?   We do not know. This was before our time, before time, before babel. Before light-fire danced in shadows along the cavern walls & warned us into thinking.   We do not know. Our snake-skinned bibles…

Interview: Jesse Donaldson

I’m drawn to Kentucky not because it’s some Shangri-La but because it is a complicated place,” says Jesse Donaldson, author of the recent novel The More They Disappear and a native of the Commonwealth who left to attend college in Texas. Now living with his wife and daughter across the country in Oregon, he has found himself drawn back to…