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

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...

"Little Switzerland"

"LITTLE SWITZERLAND, A Private Park that is Visited by a Large Number of People" "In considering the many improvements that are going on in various parts of the city, Little...

Keep Your Eye upon the Scale

...the 1974 Wales Miners' Strike, part of a series of national mining strikes across the United Kingdom. When Gaventa returned to the United States, sociologist Helen Lewis invited him to show the...

Call for Blog Posts: Voting, Politics, and Similar Subjects

...gerrymandering; voter suppression; voting patterns) Pandemic voting (voting rights; ballot initiatives; mail-in voting; voter access; United States Postal Service) Political activism (social justice; movements and mobilization; countermovements; grassroots efforts; the...

Placeholder: Carolina Poems of Love and Labor

Readings Allison Hedge Coke reads her poem "The Change." Poem text. Allison Hedge Coke reads her poem "Off Season." Poem text. Allison Hedge Coke reads her poem "Packin' Four Corner Nabs." Poem text....

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

...and I made him hold my purse. On the way home he said We should do this again sometime though we both knew it would never happen since he was...

Homage to Mississippi John Hurt

...no place. "Mississippi has two cities," said Faulkner, "Memphis and New Orleans." Upriver, the Vienna of the Delta is Clarksdale. We looked for easy sevenths and found a covered wagon...

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,...