Birdhouses
...a nuthatch. But as one said when I asked why he creates birdhouses and places them in his yard, "I guess I just like the idea of birds." Pines in...
Selma Bridge: Always Under Construction
...the standard for courage and constancy, would first support Hillary, then switch to Barack Obama. For Hillary, observed an NPR commentator about this latest "battle of Selma," it's "almost like...
When the Border Crossed Me
...farm. As I reached to shake their hands, I felt a powerful sense of relief wash over me. I felt like crying. I had been successful enough with my farm...
Sams Gap, North Carolina
...and Lurethra Fluty’s farm, just below Buckner Gap, in the background: Lurethra Fluty: "I don't like to sound like I'm whining or complaining or whatever, and I know when people...
Memorializing the Freedom Riders
...an honest discussion of race," says Bean, who would like to see the old bus terminal become the Anniston Center for Race and Reconciliation. "Despite the terrible history," says Bean,...
Wounds, Vines, Scratches, and Names: Signs of Return in Southern Photography
Review: Something magical is on display in a tiny gallery at the University of Virginia Art Museum, a small selection of photographs that play off each other like the ingredients...
Routes of Reconciliation: Visiting Sites of Cultural Trauma in the US South, Northern Ireland, and South Africa
...societies, we met many people along the way who were wrestling, like Braggs, with the legacies of divided pasts while improving lives in their communities. Northern Ireland's John Hume, who...
"The Ohio River Was Not the River Jordan": A Review of Matthew Salafia's Slavery's Borderland
...like Cincinnati and Louisville, came to resemble each other as both became hosts to diverse and transient populations that increasingly included African Americans, who often shuttled back and forth across...
Rent
...us and spiders—seasonless—survived the broom to live in every corner, their egg sacs hung like soft, spun pearls. Every spring, the bedroom filled with termites flying, having come up from...
Untitled Opening from Pinion: An Elegy
In the dream that recurs, like a bird returning, the place is still as it was—as though they went away, years ago, fully intending to be back by first...