by Do South | May 1, 2016 | Southern Lit
[title subtitle=”words: Marla Cantrell”][/title] The traffic light turns from yellow to red, and Lena hits the brakes. The old Dodge truck, bronze and white and rusty in spots, shimmies to a halt. Lena looks around. She is driving the back roads to...
by Do South | Apr 1, 2016 | Southern Lit, Southern Verse
[title subtitle=”words: Marla Cantrell”][/title] On the plane, the cooling system shot clouds of fog out into the crowded cabin. The old man in front of me, thinking it was toxic gas designed by terrorists, made such a fuss the co-pilot came out to ease...
by Do South | Mar 1, 2016 | Southern Lit, Southern Verse
[title subtitle=”words: Marla Cantrell”][/title] Molly slips her winter coat on and jogs across her front yard to check on her Bradford pear tree. It is just after seven o’clock in the morning, on the kind of day that would be lovely if not for the...
by Do South | Feb 1, 2016 | Southern Lit
[title subtitle=”words: Marla Cantrell”][/title] I wake alone this morning, my husband Gabe already off to work, his note on my nightstand telling me so. Gabe works as a dispatcher at Haul Y’all Trucking, and someone called in sick, so he left our...
by Do South | Jan 1, 2016 | Southern Lit
[title subtitle=”words: Marla Cantrell”][/title] Tom threw his stuff in the back of his truck this morning, after the big fight, after we’d talked all night, both of us finally crying. “It was a mess from the start,” he said, and...
