COME IN AND STAY AWHILE

Stories

Revise Your Eyes

Junious “Jay” Ward, Charlotte’s inaugural Poet Laureate, serves up three new poems and talks about how his new post lets him “take the church to the people.”

4518 Miles

A poem for my daughter

The Diva Next Door

Arkansas-born Shara Nova is an alt-pop icon, acclaimed operatic singer, and prolific composer. She defies category. In a biz that wants women to fit in boxes, that’s a problem.

You Must Not Be From Around Here

Home is one thing. Where you’re from is another. And can you talk about the difference politely while you’re standing in the checkout line?

If These Roads Could Talk

How many memories — of our collisions, our missions, our disappearances — lie embedded in the black tar of Southern two-lanes?

Discomfort in Our Southern Skin

You know her as My Brightest Diamond. She’s one of the most multitalented women in 21st century music. And now, she’s reckoning with her Southern roots and a music industry that wants to box her in.

Escape Into Mayhem

Two Georgia promoters combine punk rock and pro wrestling to create a close-quarters blend of two slam-bang art forms. And yes, art is the right word.

Ten-Year-Old Boy Ponders Heaven and Hell

When we were kids, understanding the afterlife was confusing and frightening. A Southern writer gets inside the head of a boy who’s scared plumb to death.

Some Things, You Will Never Know

What we want to believe about our ancestors and what we believed as children pose questions that may never have answers.

Silent but Certain Agreement

A North Carolina poet fills her verses with memories and observations that flow from the present day back into the years passed and gone.

Pour My Breath Into You

In West Virginia, the state with the nation’s highest rate of death by overdose, faith communities answer urgent callings from any and all.

The Widow, the House, the Porch and the Stars

A Kentucky poet explores who we are, the places we inhabit and the skies that shimmer above us.

The Saw and the Sawdust

He restored an old mountain cabin, wrote a sonnet to an old man and fell asleep, missing the sounds of the whippoorwill.