So my story with the ridiculously long title "The Ostrich that Cured Johnny Cash of Drugs & Booze Dies of Old Age" is up on The Dead Mule School of Southern Literature. The magazine is, of course, named after the fact that all good Southern lit has dead mules in it. Blood Meridian, for example, has hundreds...maybe a thousand. My story has none. But it does have dead ostriches, so that should be good for something. Also, The Dead Mule asks for a Southern Legitimacy Statement. Mine includes my much loved, infamous relative Steve Renfroe, who I also, probably incorrectly refer to as Stephen Renfroe.
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