Southern Lit

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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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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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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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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…

Tear It Down

Tear It Down

“Got a nightclub going in up over that way,” Charlie Boy says, and points past the long gravel driveway. “Up where the Amish drive…

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The Poet at Cherokee Village

Evening was at hand in the old village. Lavender sky gathered indigo edges, Bluing to twilight. Crow circled, Called, kept watch. I watched For…