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  • “Janice” by David Capps

    Janice by David Capps   I   Janice’s bag seemed heavy, not that I would pick it up: a black trash bag sunk in the corner of her otherwise sparse apartment, spilling over with the contents of her life. Don’t touch it, she said like she was speaking to a child. A college student, in…

  • “Fundamentally Flawed” by Bethany Jarmul

      Fundamentally Flawed by Bethany Jarmul In my earliest memory, I was a five-year-old self-righteous ass. Maybe I was born that way—popped out of my mother’s vagina thinking that my cry was more euphonious than the Jupiter Symphony, that my poop smelled of freesia and honeysuckle, that I was the best nipple-sucker there ever was…

  • “Not a Nice Girl” by Lisa Shirley

    “Not a Nice Girl” by Lisa Shirley

    Vitriol surges beneath my skin and I want to slap everyone who says, with a smile, “How’s it going?”

  • “On Time” by Evelyn Martinez

    “On Time” by Evelyn Martinez

    They say that time is of the essence, but what, exactly, is time? Of more immediate interest, where does it go? Time, that is.

  • “Believe Me” by Christine Holmstrom

    “Believe Me” by Christine Holmstrom

    Ahead of me lay nothing but empty highway. It was evening as I walked along the lonely mountain road on the outskirts of Sierra City. Slate gray twilight shadows cloaked the twisting, two-lane asphalt. The day’s heat lingered on the silent pavement as I strolled past a long-closed lumberyard, the battered sign rotating in the…

  • Letter From the Editors

    Letter From the Editors

    Dear Readers, Though this is our Summer 2019 issue of Rougarou, we’ve found the work within to be reflective of the changing season.

  • Featured Art: Holly Day

    Featured Art: Holly Day

  • Featured Art: Feng Gooi

    Featured Art: Feng Gooi

  • “Cousin Ingrid” by Madelyn E. Camrud

    “Cousin Ingrid” by Madelyn E. Camrud

                               

  • “Homeschool” by Stephen Wack

    “Homeschool” by Stephen Wack

    The children are gathered out in the schoolyard, wielding the weapons of their fathers. A belt, a wooden spoon, a rubber sandal, a tightly rolled Sunday newspaper (reinforced with coupon inserts), and the time-honored bare hands.