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Southern Spaces
A journal about real and imagined spaces and places of the US South and their global connections

Off-Season

FOR FIELDWORKERS AND FARMERS LIKE ME Early, on grayest morning, when we nettled deep in between rows, tobacco and sweet potato, both two seasons away from planting, you reasoned I...

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...

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...

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...

Gone With the Wind

...anymore.   Published in Southern Quarterly 45.1 (Fall 2007): 53-54. Text may vary slightly from the video reading. Published: 7 March 2008 © 2008 Jake Adam York and Southern Spaces...