Southern Lit

1401-Poem

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…

1213-poem

Merry Christmas

May the snow be white and The sky be blue, For even though I am far away, In dreams I’ll be home on Christmas…

1213-fiction

Hambone

As soon as Cletus Burkhart crossed the Arkansas border he was no longer Cletus. Everyone he knew here called him Hambone, a nickname his…

1113-Fiction

Jesus, Lazarus, and Uncle Jake

Uncle Bud came running down the long path that connected our house to Grandma’s. He stopped at the gate, unhitched the rope that held…

1113-poem

Sunday Breakfast

In a corner booth, we sit side by side, thighs touching, both glancing nervously toward a manic buzzing trapped between the seat and window,…