Down Home
I recognized the ring tone as I answered my cell — Elvis singing Blue Suede Shoes. I’d assigned it to my grandmother because it was her favorite song, and Elvis her favorite singer.
Marble Orchard
He woke up in the field behind the marble orchard, where ladybugs and tiny ants marched hungrily through the jungles of his arm hair. He breathed in deeply
Carry Me Over
“Let the dead bury the dead,” J.T. says, and then honks and tries to switch lanes. We are inching across the Midland Boulevard bridge that crosses the Arkansas River. This used to be the easy way to get from Fort Smith to Van Buren
Cemetery: Osceola
This is your plot. I’m sure you’ll like this one. It’s in the back corner next to the fence, but it’s accessible. I realize it’s farther than the other ones. It’s not right next to the highway. But don’t worry. Your family won’t have to walk to see you. This is America. We got drive-thrus. See? See the paved road that snakes its way up the hill? Your family (or friends, if you have them) can pull right up
Arkansas Stories
A pair of short stories by two Arkansas writers in honor of the Travel South Showcase being located there next week.