southern lit

A Most Unusual Journey

It began in February of 2012, on a Wednesday evening in the living room of friends. One of our newer members asked prayer for…

Parent Weekend

“Been to Nashville, going back” is what I told the man in the antique mall where we stopped to stretch our legs and slim…

Love Hurts

I’m fifteen years old and attend Greenwood High School in Arkansas, as a sophomore. I started writing when I was ten, and my passion…

Decisions

After forty-three years of teaching high school (forty-one at Lavaca High School in Arkansas), I decided to plague my long suffering students no longer…

KEEPING SECRETS

When Billy Brand moved to Fort Smith, Arkansas, he made sure that everyone saw his scar. He cruised Central Mall, opened an account at…

Merry Christmas

May the snow be white and The sky be blue, For even though I am far away, In dreams I’ll be home on Christmas…

Hambone

As soon as Cletus Burkhart crossed the Arkansas border he was no longer Cletus. Everyone he knew here called him Hambone, a nickname his…

Sunday Breakfast

In a corner booth, we sit side by side, thighs touching, both glancing nervously toward a manic buzzing trapped between the seat and window,…