Southern Lit

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Even When Good is Losing

The view from the back door of Lovie’s small house looks like a painting. She doesn’t own a lot of land, but there’s a…

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The State Bird of Arkansas

Violet can’t do math. She gets by okay, but salespeople and con artists could rob her blind, and she’d never know. The year she…

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All Those Rocket Men & Rocket Women

The wind was blowing that night, lifting the edges of our skirts, tossing candy wrappers that tumbled end to end across the football field….

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I Met a Man

A Greyhound bus stopped right in front of me, and the first passenger out was a man wearing a Fedora, and he tipped his…

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Calling Out the Moon

On the day I said goodbye to Kenner, we saw a girl we’d gone to high school with a million years ago, who still…

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Traffic

The traffic light turns from yellow to red, and Lena hits the brakes. The old Dodge truck, bronze and white and rusty in spots,…

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Here on the Edge of Everything

On the plane, the cooling system shot clouds of fog out into the crowded cabin. The old man in front of me, thinking it was…

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The Mending Season

Molly slips her winter coat on and jogs across her front yard to check on her Bradford pear tree. It is just after seven…