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Southern Lit

Broken Like Stone

The rock fell. That was all Cookie Whittington knew. It fell from a bridge to the silver Buick below. The Buick that held her…

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Up On Piney Mountain

Allie Walker pushed aside two trashcans that held chicken feed, scooted past the riding lawn mower and grabbed her ex-husband’s handsaw. The shed was…

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Spring Garden

My cobbely plot of gray soil, hand-turned with a pronged fork last October waits for the earth’s March tilt to bring the year’s first…

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Somewhere the Rainbow

The newness of this season Is refreshing – delicious. Its change is invigorating Prodding us to escape From the crystal latticework Of wintry confinement;…