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...
by Do South | Sep 30, 2017 | Southern Verse
[title subtitle=”words: Marla Cantrell”][/title] Landry Hale came from Lubbock, from High Plains country, where the sunsets looked so perfect they could be mirages. “The dust in the air does it,” he said, on that first night I met him at the county fair....
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...
by Do South | Jul 1, 2017 | Southern Lit, Southern Verse
[title subtitle=”words: Marla Cantrell”][/title] Julie feels it, the pulsing heat that rises above the blacktop road, shimmers through the leaves of the maple tree in her front yard. She holds onto the feeling even as the day ends, as the sun droops and...
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,...
