Aftermath
I think by now it is time for the second cutting. I imagine the field, the one above the last house we rented, has lain in convalescence long enough. The...
California Creek, North Carolina
...undercut the highway over time, California Creek, NC, 1998. Photo courtesy of Rob Amberg. Sign placed on the job site by the contractor, Gilbert Southern, encouraging higher quotas in an...
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Failed Memory Exercise
...A place I can't forget, since its beams were ripped out, Numbered, and shipped east to some resurrection bistro Where one can cop a decent blintz and expresso now That...
Red J. Store on Carroll Street, ca. 1910–1920
...using the collection's browse function, I discovered a number of striking images of my neighborhood, including an unattributed photograph from the early twentieth century depicting a store called Red J....
Baton Rouge, Louisiana images
...2004, there were a number of construction projects underway in downtown Baton Rouge. Tourist on Docked Riverboat Modern-day riverboats, decorated like their nineteenth-century predecessors, transport tourists up and down...
Welcome!
...our website, updated our audio and video, and significantly expanded our readership. As an online journal working at the intersection of a number of scholarly disciplines, we find ourselves in...
Sankofa Series: What Must Be Remembered
...to national and transnational trade: "It has always been exceedingly difficult to ascertain the exact number of slaves in the Southern states; the usual estimate is about four and a...
Gone With the Wind
...the flickering dark. He was 14. Later, he would be old. Later, the lights would come up for the last time, and he would walk through the theatre's neon halo...
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....