by Do South | Nov 1, 2018 | Southern Lit, Southern Verse
[title subtitle=”fiction: Marla Cantrell”][/title] My mama has been hit by lightning, so my tore-up leg holds little interest to her. “Go wash,” is all she says when I stumble through the front door, a bandana wrapped around the gash, still shaky from the...
by Do South | Oct 1, 2018 | Southern Lit, Southern Verse
[title subtitle=”fiction: Marla Cantrell”][/title] Twenty-three-year-old Bessie Turner grabs her keys from a hook by her front door and holds them to her chest for a few seconds. The light here is dim, but outside, this October day is all red leaves and...
by Do South | Sep 1, 2018 | Southern Verse
[title subtitle=”fiction: Marla Cantrell”][/title] We had been to a specialist that morning with our daughter, Penny, who had started sleepwalking at six years old. Winn and I were divorced more than a year by then. Our marriage had been a disaster,...
by Do South | Mar 31, 2018 | Southern Lit
[title subtitle=”words: Marla Cantrell”][/title] It’s no time to talk about love, I know that for sure. I’ve just hung up from having a fight with the phone company over my sky-high bill, and Nick’s found out his hours got cut in two by the builder he...
by Do South | Aug 1, 2017 | Southern Lit, Southern Verse
[title subtitle=”words: Marla Cantrell”][/title] The rain that morning made everything worse. Afterward, steam rose from the road that whipped by my house, from the gravel that made up my driveway, from the metal roof on my garden shed. “Global...
