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Southern Spaces
A journal about real and imagined spaces and places of the US South and their global connections

Three AM and the Stars Were Out

...when stubborn life got back on its feet, round eyes clear and hungry, my IV stuck in its neck, and I take my time packing up, ask for a second...

Saints at the River and Selected Poems

...expeditions to me, thinking it's my job, not theirs, because I've done it so long I'm used to such nights, because old as I am I'll still do what they...

Tuscaloosa: Riversong

...morning into night. I want his seed to die in this water. I want his mouth wounded with slime. Tuscaloosa. I will push him into that river, this warrior of...

Sweep

...lived here all year I'd buy American, I'd drive a truck, and I'm thinking of football and my father's and Mike's words staking out an absence I know I won't...