Matthew Bruce Harrison’s writing can be found in West Branch, Yemassee, Carolina Quarterly, Texas Review, Adroit Journal, Cincinnati Review, Bayou, Gargoyle and Permafrost, among others. His poetry has been nominated for a Pushcart and for the Best of the Net Anthology, and his fiction has been nominated for the storySouth Million Writers Award and was a finalist for the Mid-American Review Sherwood Anderson Fiction Prize. Originally from Georgia, he now lives and teaches in Minnesota.
The Waffle House on Battlefield Parkway in Chickamauga Sunrise traffic skirmish. Burned toast riddled in raw hands. Sliced- up oxblood booths. Drum rattle of overproduced teens. Light bulbs dying in country fried meat smoke. No mention of love all night. Doomed hash browns forecast collateral ketchup stains. Bones massed under mangled napkins. Overdone fusillade rain. No sign of gray retreat. No movie deal. No union. No tip. Every- body off- white bloating phobias. Taillights bleed south. Commodes erupt. No sleep all night between us. Now who will strike blare trample spill out this over- creamed house brew shouting PAYBACK when charged for parking too long along the state route in a state of simmering red heritage?
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I had this same experience when I visited the Chickamauga Waffle House.