Salvation South

A Georgia poet moves furiously up and down our hills, into our winter winds and through the baskets of various apples laid out at picking time.

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As he drove back home, the Confederate monument on Stone Mountain loomed above him and forced him to reckon anew with the myths surrounding the Confederate general.

Trips to Spartanburg’s landmark Beacon Drive-In were a beloved ritual. But in election years, the wrong politician’s face on a cup of sweet tea could ruin the whole day.

The Tennessee poet offers us verses about light and dark, smoke and mist, and riptides and droplets.

If you come home to Atlanta, you have to look hard at that big old rock mountain.

You might never have heard of the poet Annie Woodford. She’s singing the truths of mountain folks in a gorgeous voice that never flinches. It’s time you listen up.

On the other side of the world, James Seawel met a fellow American, Benjamin Adams, who told him stories of the Civil Rights Movement. Adams would never call himself a hero, but Seawel knows he was one.

The Word of South Festival, a unique jubilee of the best in Southern writing and music, returns to Tallahassee in April. Once again, Salvation South will host a stage that embodies our cultural mission.

Listening, truly and deeply, enriches your life. And we’ve got some voices worth hearing for you this week.

At two venerable Alabama barbecue institutions — Archibald’s in Northport and Lannie’s in Selma — the seasoning isn’t in the rub. It’s in the wood.

This week, Salvation South gets you ready to eat killer barbecue and celebrate Carnival Time.