Southern Lit


Girls Who Run

Sometimes a girl just has to run. Sometimes her feet take over. This is one of those times, early morning, early January. I’m at…


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…


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…


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….


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…


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…



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