by Do South | May 1, 2018 | Southern Lit
[title subtitle=”words: Marla Cantrell”][/title] Arbor switches off the TV, throws the remote onto the coffee table with a thud. She can’t watch one more minute of Miranda Lambert mooning over her ex, Blake Shelton, singing about her broken heart....
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...
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....
