southern lit

Sometimes You Forget

I wake alone this morning, my husband Gabe already off to work, his note on my nightstand telling me so. Gabe works as a…

Signs of Departure

Tom threw his stuff in the back of his truck this morning, after the big fight, after we’d talked all night, both of us…

What Brings Us Home

When Bobby Romeo was going on nineteen, he left the hills with his tail afire. I never seen a body want to leave home…

Who We Really Are

Libby Gallus, at fifteen, has had it. What happened is this: her mama has turned in to somebody entirely different. Her Grandma Iola, who…