southern verse

SouthernLit

Landslide

Layla has been making Thanksgiving dinner since she was in her late teens. The first time was the year her mother died. The death…

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Fences

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…

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Snow in August

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…

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Calling Out the Moon

On the day I said goodbye to Kenner, we saw a girl we’d gone to high school with a million years ago, who still…

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Traffic

The traffic light turns from yellow to red, and Lena hits the brakes. The old Dodge truck, bronze and white and rusty in spots,…