by Do South | Feb 1, 2015 | Southern Lit, Southern Verse
[title subtitle=”words: Marla Cantrell”][/title] The road is wet with rain, and I am on it,gripping the steering wheel, heading to hear James Taylor sing the songs my mama played as she drove me to school, the ones she sang to me on those fevered...
by Do South | Dec 1, 2014 | Poetry, Southern Lit
[title subtitle=”lines: Thomas Cochran”][/title] When I heard the news that he’d made this call I felt uncertain and thought briefly of staying away, as I have from his porch and table these past few years. But we’d had no falling out, only a change in our...
by Do South | Dec 1, 2014 | Southern Lit, Southern Verse
[title subtitle=”fiction: Marla Cantrell”][/title] Me and Hollis are bundled up and sitting on his front porch and we’re listening to the old stuff – Johnny Cash, Patsy Cline, Eddie Arnold, Roy Acuff, Kitty Wells – and we’re comparing them to some of the...
by Do South | Nov 1, 2014 | Southern Lit
[title subtitle=”lines: Randi Bomar”][/title] Evening was at hand in the old village. Lavender sky gathered indigo edges, Bluing to twilight. Crow circled, Called, kept watch. I watched For you. Small crowd pressed through The glass doors onto the grounds,...
by Do South | Oct 1, 2014 | Southern Lit
[title subtitle=”Words: Marla Cantrell”][/title] She was wearing a dark blue velvet dress, cut low at the neckline, a slit running up the right side of her long skirt. Her hair, black as night, was in loose curls past her shoulders. What I remember most is...
