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

Untitled Opening from Pinion: An Elegy

...I know I will find my bed still made, and Sister's and my brothers', their portraits staring from gilt-framed soot and glass as though through the fog that is time....

Another Failed Poem About the Greeks

...swooshing forward, back, upside down, and he cried Aera! waving his sword, until the operator asked him to please keep all swords inside the car. He was a good sport,...

Theories of Time and Space

...markers ticking off another minute of your life. Follow this to its natural conclusion — dead end at the coast, the pier at Gulfport where rigging of shrimp boats are...

Leavenworth newspaper

Leavenworth Times. Untitled. October 30, 1887. "There is no State in the Union where a colored man has a better [hope] to ask for a solid Republican support than in...

Elegy for the Native Guards

Now that the salt of their blood Stiffens the saltier oblivion of the sea . . . —Allen Tate We leave Gulfport at noon; gulls overhead trailing the boat—streamers, noisy...

At Sun Ra's Grave

...billow and shifts and shirts drift like porters through the depot's blank. Scatters spread over Rickwood, over Dynamite Hill and Tuxedo Junction's boarded jukes, descending like night herons into Elmwood...

Georgia Postcard

I. Atlanta The black men are fine and abundant at the airport. The women have spent many hours on their hair. II. Sixty-Five MPH All-u-can eat, boiled shrimp, fried fish....

Quilting Conversation

...Corporation, and the Hartsfield-Jackson International Airport). She is a teaching artist affiliated with the High Museum, VSA arts of Georgia, the Atlanta Partnership for the Arts in Learning, and the...