mercy
I. we are born on death row in monroeville hope valley, the south side of chi the contents of our character: civil wars that makes us sick. head, heart, memory cancerous cages of our own & others … Continued
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Rant Queries
The Rant wonders if we could just rename the iPhone the Narcissism Machine. The slo-motion selfie, or slofie, as Apple insists you say as they desperately work to trademark the term, brings self-absorption to dizzying new levels. Hailed as utter … Continued
Cowboy Blue Meets the Oracle in Craighead Caverns
Introduction: In my mind, there’s only one comparison to Cowboy Blue Crawford: Roland of Gilead from The Dark Tower series. They both share a wayward quest shot full with grey morals and mythical characters. The difference: Blue’s journey is … Continued
Rant Squared
The Rant has often proclaimed our appreciation for music all along the edges, from indie rock to Americana to D’Angelo’s abs, we mean his neo soul brown sugar. The Rant can hang with almost any hipster music crowd. But when … Continued
The Wisdom of Sword & Shadow
Introduction: Apollo Boudreaux opened the rice paper parasol, his slender fingers running the length of the bamboo handle. The quick flourish was not unlike a magician’s gesture, his trick bringing the pretty thing to life—a tumble of cherry blossoms … Continued
Back Inventory Rant
The Rant apologizes for the long absence; we’ve been waiting in line for a Popeye’s chicken sandwich. Imagine our disappointment when the line got within sight of the building and were informed the sandwich was no more. But The Rant … Continued
Rice, Mabel, Kabal, & Miss Dixie
Introduction: Reading this excerpt reminds me of walking the cobblestones of New Orleans when the moon is a coy crescent guide. There is a feeling there I have not found in any other American city. Some vapor rises through … Continued
Blue Crawford Thieves the Heart of a Thaloc
Song of Introduction: After the God of this world has turned his back on his creation a sole cowboy leans a shoulder on an apple tree atop the highest cliff in an ocean of dust and looks as far … Continued
This the Rant, Greg
The Rant would like to have a heart-to-heart. First, no matter how you bedazzle, bejewel, or bling that thing, a fanny pack is still a fanny pack. You look like an old man from Boca that just finished looking for … Continued
Curses Concerning the Cowboy
Abandoned tracks snake through the woods up by Ellijay. A long spot where there ain’t hardly wind, and the air is heavy with dirty, sweet smells that thwack the back of your mouth and sting going down. Chunks of lignite … Continued