The Morning with Many Tongues
Readings Sean Hill reads the poem "Just as Sure." Poem text. Sean Hill reads the poem "Nigger Street 1937." Poem text. Sean Hill reads the poem "The State House Aflame 1833." Poem text....
The Bulletin—November 1, 2012
The Bulletin compiles news from in and around the US South. We hope these posts will provide space for lively discussion and debate regarding issues of importance to those living...
Birth Right
...surrounding the legalization of midwifery practices. The filmmakers were introduced to the rich history of midwives in the US South after viewing a 1950s documentary film by George Stoney, All...
#SAYHERNAME: Towards a Gender Inclusive Movement for Black Lives
Presentation Question & Answer Session About the Speaker Dr. Brittney Cooper is assistant professor of Women's and Gender Studies and Africana Studies at Rutgers University. She received her PhD in American Studies from the...
The Potential of Historical GIS and Spatial Analysis in the Humanities
Presentation Question and Answer Session About the Speaker S. Wright Kennedy is a doctoral candidate in the History Department at Rice University. His primary area of interest is the integration...
Recording Musical History: An Interview with Lance Ledbetter of Dust-to-Digital Records
Interview...
Battle of Atlanta Project Discussion and Exhibit Set for July 17 at Emory's Woodruff Library
Confederate fort near Atlanta, Georgia, part of the city's inner ring of fortification, 1864. Photographic print by George H. Barnard. Courtesy of Library of Congress. Emory University's Robert W. Woodruff...
The State House Aflame 1833
...the purchase of his freedom from John Marlow. The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire, We don't need no water, let the motherfucker burn Published in Blood...
Three AM and the Stars Were Out
...a time, birthing death. Though sometimes it all works out. I turn a calf's head and then like a safe's combination the womb unlocks, calf slides free, or this night...
Off-Season
...for fall. We settled in for the long freeze. You ate ridicule and haste. We never were the same, until spring when the fields reclaimed us as their own and...