by Do South | Jul 31, 2018 | Southern Lit, Southern Verse
[title subtitle=”words: Marla Cantrell”][/title] The story goes that when I was born, my daddy didn’t especially cotton to me. I had this head full of black hair, for one thing, in a family so blond we looked like we belonged on a hillside singing...
by Do South | Jul 1, 2018 | Southern Lit, Southern Verse
[title subtitle=”Fiction: Marla Cantrell”][/title] I’m driving past Gregory Cemetery on a day in July when the heat has already topped one hundred degrees. That doesn’t stop the ladies who come every morning bearing tin-foil-covered jars that hold roses...
by Do South | Sep 30, 2017 | Southern Verse
[title subtitle=”words: Marla Cantrell”][/title] Landry Hale came from Lubbock, from High Plains country, where the sunsets looked so perfect they could be mirages. “The dust in the air does it,” he said, on that first night I met him at the county fair....