Georgia Postcard
...safe when you're not. IIII. Green How you would love the pale green trees, the sheer chartreuse light, the swallowing kudzu, the mammoth dogwoods, the Christmas tree farm. Published...
No Place
...You Think Of?" is also available on Southern Spaces. Cover Image Attribution Abandoned bridge over the Cahaba River, January 10, 2021. Photograph by Flickr user MK Hardy. Creative Commons license...
The Bulletin—February 11, 2013
...identified "last-minute, multimillion-dollar . . . upgrades to the Dome’s electrical system, intended to bolster the stadium's reliability" as potential causes. As reported in the New Orleans Times-Picayune, electrical switchgear...
Submission Process
...research and quality of writing? Would the piece require a substantial amount of editing/reworking? Fit for the journal: Does the piece use a spatial approach to its subject? Does it...
The Bulletin—April 3, 2013
...This is because voters on the North and South Sides generally cancel one another out, leaving Middle Atlanta the decider in metropolitan elections. On March 27, 2013 Arkansas legislators overrode...
The Bulletin—March 5, 2013
...case is groundbreaking because the mother did not undergo prenatal care to prevent her baby’s infection. The baby, now two-and-a-half years old, received antiretroviral drugs thirty hours after birth. The...
Southern Spaces General Call for Submissions
Submit all inquiries and materials to Southern Spaces managing editor Madison Elkins at seditor@emory.edu. Submissions are especially welcome before October 15th, 2017, but will be considered on a rolling basis....
Knoxville, Tennessee images
Knoxville, Tennessee: The Tennessee River from the South Gay Street Bridge Pedestrian A pedestrian trudges up West Main Street toward the Knox County Courthouse. Published: 28 February 2007 © 2007...
Old Elementary
Terrified or furious, my brother would call me: it's in there, he'd swear, in the old elementary— desperate to blame something—asbestos, radiation, unhappiness itself— to place, displace the cancer onto...
Vestibule
...near the end seemed like rising hymnal rhythm, and let me feel how those forgotten words came from somewhere else and meant something. Something, if only to the single moth...