Nonfiction

Southern Lit Presents: Susan Archer Talley Weiss

by Emery Duffey | Nov 28, 2018 | Nonfiction, Vol. 2, Issue 2

Single Mother, Spy, and Seductress Women of the 19th century were often elusive, enigmatic figures, as their roles stayed confined to the walls of of the home. In the 19th century, men typically dominated the public sphere while their female counterparts remained...

Tell A Million Tales of Y’all Means All

by Steve McCondichie | Nov 14, 2018 | Nonfiction, Vol. 2, Issue 1

Media with a Mission Karma is a confusing word to Westerners, and it’s really baffling to Southerners. If they’re willing to make the cosmic leap that it is exists as a foundational truth of the world, then they have a tough time articulating what it is or how it...

The Good Witch of the South

by Emery Duffey | Oct 31, 2018 | Issue 51, Nonfiction

The Voodoo Queen of Southern Hearts Today is Halloween! Celebration commences this evening with folks of all ages and backgrounds dressing up as ghouls, ghosts, goblins, and the monsters under your childhood bed. Some folks festoon their porches and doorways with...

Southern Lit Presents: Saeed Jones

by Emery Duffey | Oct 17, 2018 | Issue 49, Nonfiction

Poetry Wears an Evening Gown Poetry never needed the delicacies of gentle, metaphorical language often associated with its genre. One poem requires only the amount of words necessary to get the point across—a point often open-ended and left up to the reader’s...

Jesus’s Suicide

by Steve McCondichie | Oct 10, 2018 | Issue 48, Nonfiction

The Body of Christ Self-Crucifixion In 1736, six months after he landed in Savannah, Georgia at the invitation of General Oglethorpe, the Reverend John Wesley, the English theologian, wrote in his journal, “I came to convert the Indians, but, oh, who will...

Always a Thrill

by Dana DuTerroil | Oct 3, 2018 | Issue 47, Nonfiction

Evel Knievel, Jon Benet Ramsey, a caveman, and a nun get into a cab. The caveman rides shotgun. In the backseat, I sit in the middle dressed as the deceased beauty queen. My boyfriend, sporting Knievel’s star-spangled jumpsuit, sits to my right. The nun with a full...