Festival of Green: A Month of Poke Sallet
Celebrating the strange little plant with a deep-rooted history as a Southern food staple.
A Pair of Poems About Relics
She wore the kind of cross necklace you would find in a bargain box, the holy rejects of sacrilegious salesgirls
Sidewalk Poetry in Key West
Pedestrians strolling the sidewalks of Key West are advised to look down — they just might encounter a poem.
William Faulkner's Rocking Chair
oxford a southern college town quiet antebellum square except on football weekends
A Pair of Poems About Music
Oh, Susanna! My head is in the mountains where she’ll be commin’ around any minute now, to take me away
I jump from the cross-beams, and seize the clover and timothy
Whitman wrote that the barn doors were open in the high hay and his body was electric and his soul mad with the excitement of death
Literary Friday, Edition 100
Our final poet interview with Jennifer Horne, pictures from World Book Night, Stephen King talking shop with Karen Russell, and the Alabama Writers Symposium this weekend. Happy Literary Friday!
Tell the World You're a Wildflower
An interview with Alabama poet, writer and avid gardener Jennifer Horne.
A Pair of Appalachian Poems By Savannah Sipple
South Fork lives in the shadows of mountains just big enough to mine, like that shady spot in the woods where you used to build your forts. He carries a Bible for protection, and a pistol