Southern Lit

SouthernLit

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…

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The Sun Sets in Ransom Canyon

Landry Hale came from Lubbock, from High Plains country, where the sunsets looked so perfect they could be mirages. “The dust in the air…

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Remnants of Another Time

Glen Campbell showed up at the foot of my bed three nights after he died. He said, real gentle like, “Mary Alice, you’re from…

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Prodigal Summer

The rain that morning made everything worse. Afterward, steam rose from the road that whipped by my house, from the gravel that made up…

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Here Comes the Sun

Julie feels it, the pulsing heat that rises above the blacktop road, shimmers through the leaves of the maple tree in her front yard….

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Fences

I’d been through a few men by then. Not so many as to cause a scandal, but enough. My best friend Jimmie Ann and…

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Here We Are Together

Lucette used to be a “hit-the-road, Jack” kind of girl. When things got hard in a relationship, she was out the door, no turning…

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Past the End of Everything

This was years ago when we lived in the apartment that was so small I gave you the only bedroom, when I slept on…

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Snow in August

I used to believe in the equanimity of the world. I’d see panhandlers at intersections, their cardboard signs asking for help, and I’d believe…