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By Cary Holladay Twenty-eight years had passed since Elvis Presley died, but people could still point to his room at Baptist Memorial Hospital. The now-dilapidated building was scheduled for demolition on Sunday, November 6, 2005. Vince Johnson, interim direc...

By William Heath At Parchman, we’re stripped and searched, issued a towel, a bar of soap, a toothbrush, sheets and pillow cases, a striped prison outfit. Filthy cells are full of bugs. A jail is just another house, less comfortable than most, I admit,...

By Scott T. Hutchison Trust has altered herself with excess, she’s become engorged— a dark-legged tick, filled to bursting after long-feeding at the blood trough of steady-pumping veins. Her narrow mouth could release—but it loves the stabbing kiss, t...

By Jacqueline Guidry Even at four, I’d eavesdropped on enough conversations to know all Texans considered themselves superior to everyone else. Especially superior to everyone in Louisiana. Especially, according to my mother, superior to us. But those Texas re...

Arkansas Review: A Journal of Delta Studies  (formerly Kansas Quarterly) Arkansas Review, Vol. 55, No. 3 (December 2024) The California Story (fiction) ...................................................... 163by Mary Troy The Big Piney (poetry) .............

(Chapter one of a novel in progress) By Mary Troy In late August in the Midwest, the heat travels through flesh and bakes joints and bones; breathing would be easier with gills. At Joy’s house, the windows are nailed shut for safety, all of them that is but th...

By Michele Parker Randall What else can my eyes unsee? No signs, no tells, no warnings. What more can my ears unhear? Cries for mama. Your voice no longer peals *wake up*, and your pulse once iambic skip-stopped. All amiss, gone. A leaving, as i...

By Stephanie Vanderslice It’s challenging to talk about what happened to you casually, in normal conversation. Sudden Cardiac Arrest is a mysterious phrase, for one thing. Awkward and vague. That “time he collapsed in sudden death on the kitchen floor of our C...

By Floyd Collins I remember still the lakes of our eighteenth year. Each stream seemed a running aisle without altar, Teeming with blue channel cat and trout at an age When all mystery arises from the commonplace. A young man’s breath would catch in his bea...

By Mary McAlister Randlett When Carey got home from kindergarten, Mama was still in her bathrobe which could mean she had a headache. Carey gave her a little hug, but was careful not to keep touching her. She leaned over her mother’s shoulder so she could see ...

By Roscoe Barns III The Miss-Lou Military Museum and Veterans Welcome/Information Center 107 Jefferson Davis Boulevard Natchez, Mississippi, 39120 by Roscoe Barnes III, PhD Cultural Heritage Tourism Manager Visit Natchez The Miss-Lou Military Museum and Veter...

Arkansas Review: A Journal of Delta Studies  (formerly Kansas Quarterly) Arkansas Review, Vol. 56, No. 2 (August 2025) Nightriding and the Law: An Arkansas Odyssey ................................. 83by William H. Pruden III So-So Grocery (poetry) ...

By Michael Spence *—New Orleans, 1963* The address—5050 Downman Road— I guess inspired Mom to call it that. The pocked cinderblock felt gritty when I dragged My fingers along a wall, as if the store Were painted with a paste of crumbled seashells. Whiter than ...

By Harvey Huddleston 1     I arrived at book club with some wine that held promise if you could believe that guy behind the counter. She opened the door with Theo next to her doing handsprings like St. John Bosco had performed to become the patron saint of a...

Narrator: George Takei Welcome to the former Rohwer Japanese American Relocation Center. I’m George Takei. You may know me as Mr. Sulu from Star Trek. You may not know that I spent a part of my childhood here at Rohwer behind barbed wire. I remember that ...

Narrator: George Takei The internment experience was the most defining moment of my life. I remember my father telling me that both the strength and the weakness of American democracy is that it’s a people’s democracy – it can be as great as a people can be...

Narrator: George Takei Immediately after the bombing of Pearl Harbor, young Japanese American men and women, like all young Americans, rushed to their recruitment office to volunteer to serve. They were answered with a slap in the face. They were denied ser...

Narrator: George Takei This is your last stop on the walking tour. Just in front of you, on the other side of the gravel road, I was interned with my family. Block 6, Barrack 2, Unit F—a black tar-paper barrack behind barbed wire and armed guards. Memories...

Part 1 Part 2 Part 1 Internees came from the West Coast and Hawaii. In our block alone, we had people from communities up and down California. Farmers from Fresno, fishermen from San Pedro, professionals from Los Angeles, and shopkeepers from Stockton. We...