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

Failed Memory Exercise

...And turned east, clattering toward the cotton gin, And returned empty, and faded beyond the track. Beyond those yards, where one day the sallow Dozers rolled and skinned back the...

Red J. Store on Carroll Street, ca. 1910–1920

This week's featured image was inspired by my own search for information about my newly adopted neighborhood of Cabbagetown, a former milltown on Atlanta's east side. With its perilous, narrow...

Single Centers of Creation?

...Salamander Plethodon chattahoochee Chattahoochee Slimy Salamander Plethodon longicrus* Crevice Salamander [SC] Plethodon kentucki Cumberland Plateau Salamander Eurycea quadridigitata* Dwarf Salamander [SC] Pseudotriton montanus montanus Eastern Mud Salamander Plethodon cinereus Eastern...

US Poet Laureate Natasha Trethewey at Southern Spaces

...Reclaim." January 22, 2009. https://southernspaces.org/2009/absence-i-know-i-wont-reclaim. Phillips, Patrick. "Watching the Surface for a Sign." April 14, 2009. https://southernspaces.org/2009/watching-surface-sign. York, Jake Adam. "A Field Guide to Northeast Alabama." March 7, 2008. https://southernspaces.org/2008/field-guide-northeast-alabama....

Jake Adam York Interviews Natasha Trethewey

...she has published two pieces, Elegy for the Native Guards and Theories of Time and Space. About Jake Adam York Raised near Gadsden in northeast Alabama by his steelworker father...

Scarecrow

...hang And keep your eyes straight, You will see a poplar At the far edge of the field. There, A body once swayed, Burning from foot to breast. The crows...

Prayer of the Backhanded

...best beatings lack Intention, the mark of the beast. Bring back to life the son Who glories in the sin Of immediacy, calling it love. God, save the man whose...

Flit Lit in the Sweet Sunny South

...alone I thought it might be the proverbial train wreck of colliding stereotypes, but like most passersby of an accident I had to stare at least a little. A writer...