Southern Verse

SouthernLit

Snow in August

I used to believe in the equanimity of the world. I’d see panhandlers at intersections, their cardboard signs asking for help, and I’d believe…

SouthernLit

I Should Stay

If you’re not in love as Valentine’s Day approaches, you shouldn’t work in a candy shop. But I do, and today the parking lot…

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Girls Who Run

Sometimes a girl just has to run. Sometimes her feet take over. This is one of those times, early morning, early January. I’m at…

SouthernFiction

I Met a Man

A Greyhound bus stopped right in front of me, and the first passenger out was a man wearing a Fedora, and he tipped his…

SouthernLit

Here on the Edge of Everything

On the plane, the cooling system shot clouds of fog out into the crowded cabin. The old man in front of me, thinking it was…

SouthernLit

The Mending Season

Molly slips her winter coat on and jogs across her front yard to check on her Bradford pear tree. It is just after seven…

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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…