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 | Dec 1, 2016 | Southern Verse
[title subtitle=”words: Marla Cantrell”][/title] It is still the quiet hours of Christmas morning, just after three, and Annie Mac tosses in her bed. She has fallen asleep in the dress she’d worn to her boyfriend’s mama’s house, and now...
by Do South | Jun 1, 2016 | Southern Lit
[title subtitle=”words: Marla Cantrell”][/title] On the day I said goodbye to Kenner, we saw a girl we’d gone to high school with a million years ago, who still wore pants so tight you could almost see paradise. “Some things don’t never...
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...
