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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

...a time, birthing death. Though sometimes it all works out. I turn a calf's head and then like a safe's combination the womb unlocks, calf slides free, or this night...

Off-Season

...for fall. We settled in for the long freeze. You ate ridicule and haste. We never were the same, until spring when the fields reclaimed us as their own and...

Lyrics to Pretty Saro

...and this I understand She wants a freeholder and I've got no land But I could maintain her on silver and gold And as many of the fine things as...

Fall Creek

As though shedding an old skin, Fall Creek slips free from fall's weight, clots of leaves blackening snags, back of pool where years ago local lore claims clothes were shed...

Six Yellow Stanzas

...among these creamy freesia women - they all are. They let some men be dark, like the one they call Dark Gable, who could talk that talk the best. The...

Letter: Blues

Those Great Lake Winds Blow all around: I'm a light-coat man In a heavy-coat town. — Waring Cuney Yellow freesia arc like twining arms; I'm buying shower curtains, smoke alarms,...