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Virginia poet Sharon Ackerman's Appalachian verses capture Carolina wrens, bloodwort meadows, and climate change in evocative poetry that bridges generations and landscapes.

The Berry Behind the Brambles

Ackerman’s verses—rich in the landscapes of the Blue Ridge—bridge our generations, from a rickety shelf stacked with jelly jars to climate-anxious meadows.

What Lives On

A Tennessee musician wrestles with ghosts—the troubling, the beloved, and the holy.

Taking Down the Flag

Our poetry editor steps into the Editor’s Corner to walk us through a week of writing that wrestles with the Confederacy, that army of a million ghosts who haunt the South.

Let It Be Declared

From South Carolina to Washington, D.C., a chronicle of poetic lineage and family history.

What We Love, What We Become

Illumination can spring from anywhere: the beach, our vices, or the sacred tomato sandwich.

Beyond the Coral Reefer

Jimmy Buffett sails away to his own particular harbor.

Under the Tree of Forgiveness

An early excerpt from the upcoming book “Prine on Prine”—one of John Prine’s final interviews, with the man who produced his final album.

The Kindness of Strangers

Playwright Tennessee Williams was born in Mississippi and raised in the almost-South of Missouri. But no writer is more indelibly associated with the Big Easy.

We’ll Get By

Two poems that take an unflinching look inside a struggling family in Southern Appalachia.

Oh, Holly

Salvation South offers its gratitude to one of America’s greatest music writers, who keeps coming back to our pages.

The Last Man Standing

The new Blind Boys of Alabama album marks the final song from Jimmy Carter, who was there eight decades ago, when it all began.

Bluegrass State Blues

Nat Myers’s sound is reminiscent of Charley Patton and Memphis Minnie, but his perspective as a first-generation Korean-American raised in Kentucky brings a fresh twist to the fingerstyle blues tradition.

Balms in the Woods

In summer’s dreadful heat, unfulfilled threats of rain and unfulfilled desires in our chests leave us wanting.