Southern Lit

SouthernLit

The Sun and the Moon

I’m driving past Gregory Cemetery on a day in July when the heat has already topped one hundred degrees. That doesn’t stop the ladies…

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A Morning in June

Levi says, “You can’t make this stuff up!” He’s talking about the arrest of several of our elected officials who’ve been accused of bribing…

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Lifted Up

Arbor switches off the TV, throws the remote onto the coffee table with a thud. She can’t watch one more minute of Miranda Lambert…

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The Dishes We Are

It’s no time to talk about love, I know that for sure. I’ve just hung up from having a fight with the phone company…

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We are Diamonds

For Anita  Out my back window, I can see the dreary light of winter, the tufts of grass gone to gold, the rose vines…

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She Broke My Heart and Stole My Wallet

It’s fixin’ to come a storm soon as we get together, our bluegrass band called Three Top Mountain, but that don’t stop Effie. He…

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A Thousand Floating Cranes

The Arkansas River, at least where Liddie lives, is not the world’s most beautiful waterway, but she still goes to the grounds of the…

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One Night in December

It was the first week of December, and we’d already been getting Christmas gifts at the city water office where I work—homemade divinity, cookies…

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Landslide

Layla has been making Thanksgiving dinner since she was in her late teens. The first time was the year her mother died. The death…