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Articles, essays, and opinions from & about the New South.
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...
The Diaspora of Southern Gentlemen
A Migration of Great Minds Scattered from the Mississippi River to the Carolina coast, the homes of Southern literary icons mark a trail of modest one-room shotgun shacks and antebellum Greek revival mansions. You can tour William Faulkner’s Rowan Oak in Oxford or...
Southern Lit Presents: Roxy Gordon
“Poetry Is An Indian”—An Outlaw Ghost Still Speaks Many Southerners are quick to take great pride in their potential ancestry of Native American tribes. Insert Sioux, Cherokee, or Apache here. If we try, we can visualize the images hung on the walls of some...
Six Degrees of Coca-Cola
Acid has burned the shape of a trident into the cement floor. A white etching on the gray warehouse floor. One leaky pallet of Coca-Cola products waiting for disposal. The smell is rancid. Gnats circle. As I am standing on the receiving dock at the Sam’s Club where I...
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