Untitled Opening from Pinion: An Elegy
...dark. Sometimes I find myself at the mouth of the road—the red dust so fine the wind lifts it like a scarf, and I walk down toward the house, past...
The Change
...Gillespie house floor design, with torn and faded floral paper on walls and linoleum so thin over rotted board that the floor gave if you weighed over a hundred pounds,...
Routes of Reconciliation: Visiting Sites of Cultural Trauma in the US South, Northern Ireland, and South Africa
...of Civil War reenactors, at best, and, at worst, modern Kluxers, trying to mainstream. Southern whites have celebrated the family, racial, and historical meanings of the Lost Cause, but these...
St. Catherines Island Flyover
...locating, describing, mapping, and writing about alligator dens and gopher-tortoise burrows. The use of a drone enables a new way of studying the island's dynamic ecosystems and scouting locations difficult...
Bodies and Souls
...located in Coahoma County, Mississippi. Created by Wikimedia Commons user Arkyan. Creative Commons license CC BY-SA 3.0. After making Waking in Mississippi, I moved to Boston where I spent four years...
Telling the Raymond Andrews Story: The Making of Somebody Else, Somewhere Else
...was Raymond Andrews? I wanted to know because I was a lover of literature from and about Georgia, but also because I am from Madison, Georgia, and I knew of...
Gone With the Wind
...lights had come up at last in the room which is not here anymore where the last train runs again through the miniature town, past the old brick courthouse, its...
J-Mill on Regulating
...be incorporated with the records' [sic] original lyrics which often changes the whole concept of the song." "The concept of mic checkin' has been and still is widely used by...
Rosa’s Log Cabin Quilt [ca 1880]
...have drawn from the same fabric collection for a "Save All" quilt which she made during the same period. In that quilt, Mary also used a variety of brown prints,...
At Sun Ra's Grave
...hat and bedsheet robe, and even the house is gone, the room where you played by radio light, slowly casting off your names. * Now derelicts keep the rails from...