by Do South | Mar 1, 2018 | Southern Lit
[title subtitle=”words: Marla Cantrell”][/title] For Anita Out my back window, I can see the dreary light of winter, the tufts of grass gone to gold, the rose vines on the fencerow brown and tangled as a lady’s uncombed hair. It’s the tail-end of...
by Do South | Feb 1, 2018 | Issues
by Do South | Feb 1, 2018 | Southern Lit
[title subtitle=”words: Marla Cantrell”][/title] It’s fixin’ to come a storm soon as we get together, our bluegrass band called Three Top Mountain, but that don’t stop Effie. He thinks you got to play no matter what. If the tornado sirens go off down in...
by Do South | Jan 1, 2018 | Southern Lit
[title subtitle=”words: Marla Cantrell”][/title] The Arkansas River, at least where Liddie lives, is not the world’s most beautiful waterway, but she still goes to the grounds of the National Historic Site in Fort Smith to see it when the weather’s nice....
by Do South | Nov 1, 2017 | Southern Verse
[title subtitle=”words: Marla Cantrell”][/title] Layla has been making Thanksgiving dinner since she was in her late teens. The first time was the year her mother died. The death had taken place in March, on a day so windy, the newly blossomed trees had...
