Southern Lit

Southern Lit

The Road That Leads You Back

I can see Ira from our bedroom window. He is out in the corn patch a few yards away, and it’s past midnight. He…

Southern Lit

Broken Like Stone

The rock fell. That was all Cookie Whittington knew. It fell from a bridge to the silver Buick below. The Buick that held her…

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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….

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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…

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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…

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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…

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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;…

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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…