Southern Lit

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Serenade to Spring

Yellow daffodils and lower gas bills, Baby squirrels and giggling girls, Half-bloomed roses and sun-kissed noses, Tender pale green lettuce, Purple clematis on a…

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Struck

My mama has been hit by lightning, so my tore-up leg holds little interest for her. “Go wash,” is all she says when I…

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Running

She sets out at dusk Driving back to a past she’s spent years running from Mile markers sneak up as memories flood in Easier…

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A Most Unusual Journey

It began in February of 2012, on a Wednesday evening in the living room of friends. One of our newer members asked prayer for…

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Parent Weekend

“Been to Nashville, going back” is what I told the man in the antique mall where we stopped to stretch our legs and slim…

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Love Hurts

I’m fifteen years old and attend Greenwood High School in Arkansas, as a sophomore. I started writing when I was ten, and my passion…

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Decisions

After forty-three years of teaching high school (forty-one at Lavaca High School in Arkansas), I decided to plague my long suffering students no longer…

Decoration at Cross Roads Cemetery

The graves were decorated nicely this year, only one new one that I noticed. I rebelled by wearing shorts to decoration—a sin only forgiven…

KEEPING SECRETS

When Billy Brand moved to Fort Smith, Arkansas, he made sure that everyone saw his scar. He cruised Central Mall, opened an account at…