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

When the Border Crossed Me

...agriculture. The borderlands overtook me personally and professionally. I cannot escape their meaning—not just down at the southern line below the United States, but the little borders everywhere in our...

Elegy for the Native Guards

Poem Elegy for the Native Guards Now that the salt of their blood Stiffens the saltier oblivion of the sea . . . —Allen Tate We leave Gulfport at noon;...