Brittny Meredith: The Ladies of Lazarus
Southern Legitimacy Statement: Twenty miles north of the New Madrid Faultline surrounded by cotton fields– or land that used to be cotton fields but is now filled with manufactured homes, sits the town of Sikeston, Missouri–or, if you are over...
Donna Walker-Nixon: Daddy’s Legacy (fiction)
Southern Legitimacy Statement: My daddy was a good man, who asked for little or no praise. He worked hard to provide for my sisters and me, and this prose piece shows the sacrifices of men who long for the country can...
Matt Starr: Carthage (fiction)
Southern Legitimacy Statement: They say write what you know, so I write about the South. I’m a product of North Carolina; the son of a mill worker; a small town specialist; a disciple of McCarthy and Faulkner; a kid from...
John Oliver Hodges: Alive In The Jungle (fiction)
Southern Legitimacy Statement: I am a Florida boy currently alive in New Jersey, where people ask me every day, “Where you from?” I say, “Flahda,” and they laugh and giggle and tell me how much they love my accent. Just yesterday...
Randall Ivey: Mae Ola: A Remonstrance (fiction)
As for a Southern legitimacy statement, I sometimes have to stop myself from referring to Virginians as Yankees. Mae Ola: A Remonstrance You just love to worry, don’t you? Wallow in worrying, I say. I never seen nobody study worrying...
Patrick Brady: Most of the Time I Feel All Right (fiction)
Southern Legitimacy Statement: I thought New Orleans pretty exotic for the fifteen years I scrambled after a living there. Now that I live in Lafayette, in the heart of Acadiana, I see where the Big Easy gets her best material....
Aryan Bollinger: Folks Below (fiction)
Southern Legitimacy Statement: I was born in the foothills of North Carolina, and Lord willing, that’s where I’ll be buried. Grampa Grover had a chestnut tree on one of those hills, each tasty morsel encased in an urchin-like shell. I was...
Art Lefkowitz : Dumb Denny (fiction)
Southern Legitimacy Statement: I was born and raised in NY. I thought it was necessary to drive 2″ from the rear bumper in front of you. I thought it was mandatory to never let anyone in your lane, even if you...
Joey Holland : When a Ten Cent Cigar Cost a Dime and a Quaalude Cost Three Bucks
Southern Legitimacy Statement: My family never hid our crazy folks; they generally sat on the front porch and enjoyed the breeze just like the family who weren’t crazy. Come to think of it, we all had some crazy mixed in...
A. R. Robins: Late (micro fiction)
Southern Legitimacy Statement: I’ve lived in about every area of Missouri a person can mange to live, beginning in Gentry County, about two hours north Kansas City and ending up in Bollinger County, about two hours south of St Louis. I...
Adam Van Winkle: Snake In the Chicken Coop (fiction)
Southern Legitimacy Statement : Adam Van Winkle was born and raised in Texoma on both sides of the Oklahoma-Texas border and fried okra is one his favorite things on earth… Snake In The Chicken Coop “I told a lot of...
Donna Nixon-Walker: In Weldon’s Photo (fiction)
Southern Legitimacy Statement: I am a native Texan and saw so many Southern Gothic people as I grew up. In Weldon’s Photo Children do not fathom the sketchy dotted lines of kinship. Like prized jewelry, we adorned Mother’s arms and lap....
Tom Shehan: Lyle’s Word on the Lexicon of Forcible Memory (fiction)
My Southern Legitimacy Statement says: I have appeared several times in your pages, have read and been published in North Carolina, and one of my sons resides in North Carolina where I have visited and vacationed. Lyle’s Word On The...
Taylor Phillips: Sons of Sisyphus (fiction)
Southern Legitimacy Statement: I was born in Texas and raised in Texas, as were my parents and grandparents and great grandparents and so on. I grew up in the Big Thicket of Southeast Texas and currently reside in the Hill Country...
Randall Ivey: Mae Ola, A Remonstrance
Southern Legitimacy Statement: As for my Southern Legitimacy Statement, except for some brief excursions here and there, I have always lived in South Carolina. Mae Ola, A Remonstrance You just love to worry, don’t you? Wallow in worrying, I say....
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