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

In Memory Hill Cemetery

...the strides to the other side mean? Here handmade bricks like colorful quilts laid into the ground cover graves of slaves. Where is Sisyphus? I think I see him in...

Gone With the Wind

...flickering neon and fire, like Atlanta spilling into the night, and the Princess, here, in miniature, painted by the flickering of a model trolley's tiny headlamps on the tiny corner...

Consolation

...pockets like a charm we turn as we walk home again gleaming in the delicate light of the bright, unfalling stars. "Consolation" first appeared in Blackbird and was collected in...

Antietam

...that zigzag fence. We tried to picture 23,000 of anything. It wasn't that pretty. The dirt smelled like cats. Nobody knew who the statues were. Where was Stonewall Jackson? We...

Another Failed Poem About the Greeks

...little car. He put his arm around me, as the Greeks do. On the first dip he laughed. On the first drop he clutched my shoulder and screamed like a...

Homage to Mississippi John Hurt

...a time, repeatedly, for six weeks, I learned to scratch out a barely detectable rendition of "Funky Butt." I do not like to sing, but sing, driving home from work,...

Runaway

...that tree's duty to that Smell and knew too my duty to tear like a switch through Air, to strike the street's edge in a pair of tattered shoes, Unconnected,...

Accidents Happen with Clockwork Regularity

...has happened, something final. Already the ants are at their efficient work, twisting the beetle slowly from side to side like waves rocking an empty boat. The bells keep time,...