by Do South | Jan 1, 2019 | Southern Verse
[title subtitle=”words: Marla Cantrell “][/title] There was an ice storm on the last day of December, so wide-reaching it took down both a church steeple by the park and the rotating sign above the all-night, twenty-four-seven laundromat way over there at...
by Do South | Dec 1, 2018 | Southern Lit, Southern Verse
[title subtitle=”words: Marla Cantrell “][/title] The snow had started by then, but just barely. The flakes were tiny, like dandruff shaken from a giant’s hair is how Celeste thought of it. Who knew if it would stick. She sat behind the wheel of her Kia,...
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 | 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....