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

The Flood

...full of water. And think of my birth: the scalpel, my mother’s skin parting like a sea of red water. In the dream of the flood I'm always the one...

Brass Knuckles

...under the patina of blackened brass, against my jaw, is the blood of a man my grandfather beat near death. Becawse? he chuckled when I was eight, I didn't like...

Fort Scott newspapers

...the outgrowth of the purest and best qualities of human nature. This collection might well be compared to the Garden of Eden in its combination of excellences and like the...

Junction City newspaper

...and pitch-forks. In all cases, the dose, if taken, produces wry faces. The strongest republican [sic] journals, like the Atchison Champion, are protesting against the new comers, arguing lustily that...

Margaret Walker's "Micah" (1970)

...throng Like an astronaut shooting into space. Micah was a man who spoke against Oppression Crying: Woe to you Workers on Iniquity! Crying: Woe to you doers of violence! Crying:...

The Boatloads

...like the print of a rubber stamp, rough from reuse. At the bank of the river, hoary old Charon can barely keep up. Each day he has more trips to...

Chattahoochee (excerpt)

...cover thee? — Job 38: 33-34 1 Like a spirit moving through the flower of moonlight hanging in the water, through the depth that never warms where carp and catfish...

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,...