by Elizabeth Burk

“Where are the mountains?”
I ask, after an hour’s drive
through flat-filled landscapes
of sugar cane and rice fields, miles …

by Barry North

In a gray dawn,
standing
on the edge of the gulf,
as upon the edge of time …

by Sandra Bounds
Mississippi is
the hospitality state

where folks are warm
as Spring’s genial sun …

by Harlan Whatley
From Charleston we drove south on I-95
Through the state of Georgia, where Mr. Allman ate a peach.
And just past the Florida border
Is a little place called Fernandina Beach …

by Mike Harrell
You go on ahead, General.
The river is swift and I’m unsure
of those shadows. I’d like to lay down
my arms but I’ve developed a taste …