southern lit


The Poet at Cherokee Village

Evening was at hand in the old village. Lavender sky gathered indigo edges, Bluing to twilight. Crow circled, Called, kept watch. I watched For…


She’ll Be Back

She was wearing a dark blue velvet dress, cut low at the neckline, a slit running up the right side of her long skirt….


Arkansas Forecast

“If you don’t like the weather here just wait a few minutes. It’ll change.” old meteorological saying Last night the moon was ringed by…


Down at the Chow Chow

By Mama’s wedding to husband number five, I was finding it hard to muster up even a little enthusiasm. Even so, I showed up…


my friend Roberta

She speaks grits and does not even commit y’all to the plural. i have become a crowd by just standing still and listening to…


Dear Mrs. Roosevelt

August 28, 1934 Dear Mrs. Roosevelt, If the apple trees had blossomed this year I wouldn’t be writing to you today. But that did…


Nine Months

It was summer when we planted you. In a stolen afternoon or a rare and coveted night. I don’t know which. I can only…


I Have 300 Pairs of Shoes

I have three hundred pairs of shoes of every shape and size. I have so many pairs of shoes, you won’t believe your eyes….