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The Dead Mule School of Southern Literature title: The Dead Mule School of Southern Literature – No good Southern writing is complete without a dead mule. Established 1996. New issues on the 15th of every month.

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MY LAST SOUTHERN LEGITIMACY STATEMENT: I was born in the 19th century, 1953, ha ha . But, seriously, the 19th century  was right there behind the date in the faces and voices  of all four of my grandparents for me to look at and listen to and tottle after hoping to be picked up by […]

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Cort worked with me on the Mule for years. He and Helen Losse kept me going, encouraged me, during a fabulous time of collaboration and celebration of authors — poets, essayists, novelists and so much more. His presence in my life, as well as the Dead Mule, represents the best of the best times. Thank […]

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The Poet: A Hua, born Wang Xiaohua, is from Weihai, Shandong province, China. Her poetry appears in journals such as The People’s Literature, Poetry Magazine, Mountain Flowers, Flying Apsaras and October, as well as in various poetry anthologies. A Hua has several collections of her own, published through Shandong Publishing House of Literature and Art Co., L...

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Southern Legitimacy Statement: winterSmith (aka Sam) was born in and grew up in North Carolina. Then he moved away. Then moved back. Then away. Then back. Away again, and finally back, this time for good. Probably. Civil WarIsaiah says the angels fell out of love. The sky never healed.Over the city it rained feathers, black […]

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I am a blue blooded Southerner Jimmy Derrick was my best friend. And I was his. We were both named Jimmy and the same age. Our other friends and our family thought us weird. We were always together. They didn’t know everything though. We went to the picture show every Saturday and stayed through all […]

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