Nonfiction
Articles, essays, and opinions from & about the New South.
Jesus’s Suicide
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
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...
Southern Lit Presents: Yusef Komunyakaa
Southern Self-Examination Yusef Komunyakaa has a voice that drifts like steam from the surface of hot coffee on an early morning. A purposeful, presidential cadence accompanies the soft, moistened edges of his timbre, drawing listeners to the importance of his words....
What We Southerners Call Grace
It was late, and I was drunk, which (by my estimation) is a good start to any story. New York was larger-than-life to a boy like me, a boy who grew up with the Carolina Lowcountry running through his veins. Only hours earlier, I had hunkered down on a bar stool,...
Somewhat A Woman
To Have Children or Not to Have Children? I have many memories etched into my brain about growing up as a girl in the rural South. My best friends and I had sleepovers creating intricate setups revolving around limp baby dolls—as helpless as real babies. At my...
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