Call for Proposals for the First Annual Atlanta Studies Symposium
...to highlight the the wealth of resources available at area libraries and museums, and to enhance connections between scholars, institutions, and libraries. Some potential themes for presentation topics include (but...
August, 1959: Morning Service
...like churned butter, my eyes closed, freed my mind into the light on the window’s other side, followed the dreamy bell-ring of Randy Ford's cows across Licklog Creek to a...
Sapelo Island Flyover: Video Transcript and Glossary
...– In this view you can see abrupt transitions between a salt marsh, maritime forest, and artificial freshwater pond, which is in the foreground. 1:11 – A time-lapse of a...
Just as Sure
...Covered farms, drowned a tree or two. They bought all the land on that new shore. And you know, things gon keep changing as sure as fools make decisions with...
Returning Home, Saxon Mills
...she thinks I wouldn’t know. Published in Abandoned Quarry: New and Selected Poems (Mercer, GA: Mercer University Press, 2011). Published: 31 October 2011 © 2011 John Lane and Southern Spaces...
The Save All Quilt [ca. 1880]
...fabrics manufactured in New England's textile mills and shipped to southern dry-goods stores. Spartanburg County did not develop into a major textile-production center until the end of the century; this...
Making History
...pull out spoon after spoon after spoon. Published in I Was the Jukebox (New York: W.W. Norton, 2010). Published: 22 September 2011 © 2011 Sandra Beasley and Southern Spaces...
J-Mill on Regulating
...the music down on the mixer for seconds at a time as the lyrics are being spoken. While the music is pulled down, the DJ adds new lyrics that can...
Sweep
...reclaim. Because I don't get home much anymore, I notice the smallest scintilla of change, every burnt-out trailer and newly paved road, and the larger, slower change that is exponential,...
Accidents Happen with Clockwork Regularity
...clouds. And then you are in your kitchen, cutting onions at the counter as tears roll from your burning eyes, waiting for the nightly news while the chicken thaws in...