Southern Lit

Evening Storm

Rocking chair branches barren and bold bent with a sudden wind, this wind, but a breeze, not a gust nor gale gently tolled the…

On a Day Like This

Tandy was starving. For twenty-two hours he’d driven; for eight of those, the windshield wipers worked full speed, the rain like a river drowning…

Twelve Years Ago

Jessica M. had hot pink Mary–Janes strapped with bows, shining with real fake diamonds. Never a hair out of place on the playground. She…

Long Walk Home

This story was inspired by  this quote, “We’re all just walking each other home,” which was written by Ram Dass Wanda laid him to…

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…

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…

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…

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…