Along the Ulcofauhatche: Of Sorrow Songs and "Dried Indian Creek"
...know of only one white-authored account. The June 4, 1893, Atlanta Constitution reports that a Mr. W.D. Boggus of Covington has a number of curiosities on display in his place...
COVID-19: Lessons in Ignorance
...numbers of people who survived the acute phase of their infections are affected by long-term sequelae. Perhaps we now know better the enormity and implications of what was missing in...
Race and Difference in the "Other America": A Review of Anne Braden: Southern Patriot
...turtleneck and black jumper, strikingly like a priestly garment and clerical collar. Although the documentary brushes aside her life-long devotion to organized religion, this image embodies the film’s argument—that she...
Rosa’s Log Cabin Quilt [ca 1880]
...a limited number of fabrics, but quiltmakers more often took advantage of the pattern's versatility to incorporate a variety of fabrics. As long as the majority of darker fabrics are...
Nine Mile Circle Trolley, circa 1895
...a number of improvements have taken place in the city. "Along the sweep of the nine-mile circle several attractive homes have been erected, and those who have not been in...
The Southern Quarterly's Special Issue on Natasha Trethewey
...an in-depth interview with Trethewey, and eight critical essays. Southern Spaces is happy to have supported the Southern Quarterly by granting permission to include a number of images of Trethewey...
The Bulletin—October 2, 2012
...in and intellectually engaging with the US South. October 1 marked the fiftieth anniversary of the integration of the University of Mississippi. A number of media outlets reflected upon how...
Walt Whitman in Alabama
...here in the different city, bathing in the yellow light as the river slips beneath the bridge, flickering like a candle or like the body or like the bodies lit...
The Change
...hung down like butterfly wings, though sometimes the color of luna moths, or Carolina parakeets, when just an hour ago they had been laid upon the old wooden...
Sweep
...an obituary. The names of relative met once, of men from the plant where he works, click like distant locks on my father's lips. I know that it is death...