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by Lou Gallo When they cut off my Uncle Henry’s legs I was off smoking weed with a girl who said she was the great-great-great niece of...

by Sharon Frame Gay According to legend, angels are mystical, ethereal beings with feathered wings, gauzy gowns, and Mona Lisa smiles. ...

The Cahaba River Literary Journal is accepting submissions for a contest on the theme "April" and continuing to accept submissions...

by Kirk Boys Don’s group home is painted the same yellow as a sunflower. And it strikes me as odd that a place that holds so much sorro...

by Michael K. Brantley             I remember exactly where I was sitting — the next to last seat, last row, just in front of the door ...

by Martin Achatz My daughter was born at the end of an early December snowstorm. I remember the wind that night while my wife was in ...

by Marsha Roberts I can hear her walking toward the front door, her sensible shoes shuffling closer and closer. But the door doesn’t op...