Southern Lit

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One Summer In Judsonia

In the summer of my twenty-second year, just as the corn and tomatoes were coming to life, a man found his way to me….


Up On Piney Mountain

Allie Walker pushed aside two trashcans that held chicken feed, scooted past the riding lawn mower and grabbed her ex-husband’s handsaw. The shed was…


Spring Garden

My cobbely plot of gray soil, hand-turned with a pronged fork last October waits for the earth’s March tilt to bring the year’s first…


Seeing Leroy

  The road is wet with rain, and I am on it,gripping the steering wheel, heading to hear James Taylor sing the songs my…


Somewhere the Rainbow

The newness of this season Is refreshing – delicious. Its change is invigorating Prodding us to escape From the crystal latticework Of wintry confinement;…


Afternoon of Ice and Stone

T-Buddy looked out the window above his narrow bed. Rain had turned to ice during the night, and now the limbs of his pecan…