Southern Verse

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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…

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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…

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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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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…

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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…