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Promised Land - Poem #91A Poem by torittoSpringtime in the rural South land; soon it will he hot and moist like four teenage girls in short shorts sitting on a mat in the gymnasium .. |
A "man"A Poem by DaryleKennSarcastic outlook on men with a southern take. |
Pixie Dust is Just CrackA Story by Nina RoseThis is a short story written for my English class. Please give me any feed back this is my first cut. |
Our MississippiA Poem by Casey LutherA poem inspired by where I live. |
Just WeedsA Poem by Casey LutherTo my father, they were merely weed patches spraud out and cradled In the verdant arms of our lawn suffocating my mother’s bright yellow butterc.. |
That Old Back RoadA Poem by Casey LutherI grew up on an old road in a town you wouldn't even know. Where the magnolia trees become shadows against a violet sky. We don't have fancy stores or.. |
Before the GameA Book by maddsgrace1Easton can play a football game with his eyes closed but can he play the game with the coach’s daughter? |
The WeekendA Story by MichaelStart of a longer story. Two kids small town at the end of the senior year. |
LuckyA Book by runfree13It is 1822 and the slave trade is booming in Georgia. Lucky, the biracial daughter of a white plantation owner and a black slave, falls into a danger.. |
OneA Chapter by runfree13The air is so hot and dense that I can barely breathe. I am knee-deep in the rice swamps, hoeing the soft earth so that the crop will be ready for har.. |
TwoA Chapter by runfree13The cornbread in my mouth becomes as thick as glue when I see my father take his place on the porch, next to the new arrival of white people who, I&rs.. |
Chicken FriedA Poem by JamesA Dumb Little Song. I back it up with clawhammer banjo Standard Bum-Ditty with some drop thumb. I played it as is with the intro |
Southern FlavoredA Poem by Michael R. BurchSouthern FlavoredbyMichael R. BurchLove has a Southern flavor: honeydew,ripe cantaloupe, the honeysuckle’s spoutwe tilt to basking faces to brea.. |
Southern IcarusA Poem by Michael R. BurchSouthern Icarusby Michael R. BurchWindborne, lover of heights,unspooled from the truck’s wildly lurching embrace,you climb, skittish kite . . .W.. |
Calling Back The KinfolkA Poem by Zoe RichardsonWhat popped in my head while I was watching football |
Big Jim's Big SecretA Story by John PutignanoA rural noir tale about a boy's mission to investigate his dead grandfathers secret place. What he discovers is horrifying |
EvieA Story by John PutignanoA desperate man meets a woman in a bar. The night starts off alright, that is until he discovers her secret |
BeaterA Story by John PutignanoTwo meth addicts take advantage of a man with special needs. Tonight they have something truly awful planned. |
Appalachian SongA Poem by Zoe RichardsonMy roots are deep in these hills. And hillbillies know how to survive. |
Down Among The HeadstonesA Poem by Zoe RichardsonWhen you realize you were not defeated. Not even close. |