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 | 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 | 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 | Jan 1, 2017 | Southern Verse
[title subtitle=”words: Marla Cantrell”][/title] Sometimes a girl just has to run. Sometimes her feet take over. This is one of those times, early morning, early January. I’m at the Alma City Park, on the trail popular with the older crowd at this...
by Do South | Jan 1, 2017 | Issues
