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

The State House Aflame 1833

...the purchase of his freedom from John Marlow. The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire, We don't need no water, let the motherfucker burn   Published in Blood...

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 FIELDWORKERS AND FARMERS LIKE ME Early, on grayest morning, when we nettled deep in between rows, tobacco and sweet potato, both two seasons away from planting, you reasoned I...

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,...