Lyrics to Pretty Saro
...and this I understand She wants a freeholder and I've got no land But I could maintain her on silver and gold And as many of the fine things as...
Fall Creek
As though shedding an old skin, Fall Creek slips free from fall's weight, clots of leaves blackening snags, back of pool where years ago local lore claims clothes were shed...
Six Yellow Stanzas
...among these creamy freesia women - they all are. They let some men be dark, like the one they call Dark Gable, who could talk that talk the best. The...
Category 3 Gentrification: On New Orleans's Population Trends and the Hostility of Internet Commenters
...Campanella, a geographer with Tulane's architecture program, in "Gentrification and its Discontents: Notes from New Orleans." In this article, he ties this migration southward to so-called "revitalization" movements that displace...
Open Access Week: The HathiTrust Ruling and Fair Use
...the potential benefits of Open Access. Because Southern Spaces is an open access journal, we thought that it would be appropriate for us to share the details of a recent legal...
Chattahoochee (excerpt)
...hung, turning all afternoon on the breeze. My rod bends towards breaking, then straightens as the fish darts free through the sunken junkyard that grows by the weight of one...
Leavenworth newspaper
...by the farmers, and the outrageous action was denounced as it should be in free Kansas." Published: 6 September 2007 © 2007 Brent M.S. Campney and Southern Spaces ...
The Mobility of Faith: Cross Sections of Haitian Religion in Miami
...is an indigenous Haitian religion, closely related to West African Vodun, that draws from multiple West African religions, in addition to Roman Catholicism, European mysticism, and freemasonery. Most practitioners of...
Ellipsis
White-blossoming trees In front of the house In Sparta, Georgia, Where they together lived: Free woman of color (black, white, Cherokee), white male slaver, and their children who slept with...
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...