A Mess of Poke
...Times on August 14, 2011, which features Kelly Callahan, a resident of East Atlanta, who began foraging on the abandoned lots of vacant, bank-owned properties in her area. Gardens planted...
Backcountry Legends of a Minister's Death
...General William Richardson Davie's tomb dominates this Davie memorial. It stands at the east side, at the end of a path from the entrance on the west. The stones of...
Petrochemical America, Petrochemical Addiction
...open a uranium enrichment plant; and further east, Citizens Against Toxic Exposure in Pensacola, Florida, who won relocation away from Mt. Dioxin, the toxic leavings from a timber processing yard...
Queer Memory: Loss, Martyrs, and Memorialization in Southern Florida
...epidemic in our community (Atlanta and the Southeast, specifically) and the quilt's significance as a memorial practice, you fixate on the pink flamingo—always standing, stationary, frozen in its tight stiches—to...
An Unflinching Look: An Interview with Photographer Benjamin Dimmitt
...coming from the east and you have the sea level rise coming from the west. Those two are coming together in the same place and having this devastating effect. Dimmitt:...
An Excerpt from Inseparable: The Original Siamese Twins and Their Rendezvous with American History
...certainly came of age within the earshot of all those ribald rumors that rippled through the hills and hollows of western North Carolina. There are at least two central motifs...
Scarecrow
...hang And keep your eyes straight, You will see a poplar At the far edge of the field. There, A body once swayed, Burning from foot to breast. The crows...
Atchison newspaper
...there the matter will end for all time. 'It will not look right to eastern people if we do not condemn the lynching,' said one legislator yesterday,'but personally I approve...
Julius Hartman
..."The low green valley that borders Ponce de Leon creek has long been noted for its reposeful beauty. "Ponce de Leon spring bubbles up at its eastern extremity, and the...
Tuscaloosa: Riversong
...bodies in the trees, twirling legless. I sang until morning. I sang, and the white ones were here sniffing an empty breast. They are here but I cannot die. My...