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
Of Cobbler And Unions
She insisted on dinner first— fried chicken, corn bread, butter beans, and glasses of cold sweet tea—
Dismantling Arkansas Stars
mouth-deep love mud between your teeth Unlearn constellations to see stars
The Undiscovered Pantry With Box South
Share your favorite Southern food product with us this summer.
Chestnut Falls
The spring garden catalog offers me a hearty selection of surplus “choice” trees in runneth-over abundance