by Do South | Jun 1, 2017 | Southern Lit, Southern Verse
[title subtitle=”words: Marla Cantrell”][/title] I’d been through a few men by then. Not so many as to cause a scandal, but enough. My best friend Jimmie Ann and I were lying on the dock trading stories, telling each other why our romances didn’t work out,...
by Do South | May 1, 2017 | Southern Verse
[title subtitle=”words: Marla Cantrell”][/title] Lucette used to be a “hit-the-road, Jack” kind of girl. When things got hard in a relationship, she was out the door, no turning back. She is thinking about this while sitting on the front porch of her...
by Do South | Apr 1, 2017 | Southern Lit
[title subtitle=”words: Marla Cantrell”][/title] This was years ago when we lived in the apartment that was so small I gave you the only bedroom, when I slept on the divan in the living room. Your daddy and I had been divorced three years by then, and you...
by Do South | Mar 1, 2017 | Southern Lit, Southern Verse
[title subtitle=”words: Marla Cantrell”][/title] 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 that whatever they’d lost would be restored to them. I’d see a...
by Do South | Mar 1, 2017 | Issues
