by Do South | Oct 1, 2016 | Southern Lit
[title subtitle=”words: Marla Cantrell”][/title] Violet can’t do math. She gets by okay, but salespeople and con artists could rob her blind, and she’d never know. The year she was supposed to learn long division and memorize her times tables,...
by Do South | Dec 1, 2015 | Southern Lit
[title subtitle=”words: Marla Cantrell”][/title] As soon as Donna steps foot in the Hard Times Café she isn’t Donna anymore. Here, where she waitresses, they called her Red, because of her fiery hair that seems to always fight against the rubber band...
by Do South | Nov 1, 2015 | Southern Lit
[title subtitle=”words: Marla Cantrell”][/title] “My mama says said loved me but she lied,” Wesley Kidd, near about thirty years old, calls out to anybody that’ll listen. He’s standing in the middle of Talawanda Street, right where...
by Do South | Aug 1, 2015 | Southern Lit
[title subtitle=”fiction: Marla Cantrell”][/title] Libby Gallus, at fifteen, has had it. What happened is this: her mama has turned in to somebody entirely different. Her Grandma Iola, who lives less than a quarter mile away in a house with a tin roof,...
by Do South | Jun 1, 2014 | Southern Verse
[title subtitle=”fiction: Marla Cantrell”][/title] He came up from Texas, in a Dodge Ram that blew a gasket on the outskirts of Big Town, and that stalled him for a time, but still he came. It didn’t matter that the Dodge was not his, that it belonged to a...
