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 | 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 | Feb 1, 2017 | Southern Verse
[title subtitle=”words: Marla Cantrell”][/title] If you’re not in love as Valentine’s Day approaches, you shouldn’t work in a candy shop. But I do, and today the parking lot is full. Sandy, who owns the place, had the windows painted with Cupid and hearts...
