COME IN AND STAY AWHILE

Stories

Smooth river stones in clear, flowing water with sunlight reflecting off the surface, evoking Mississippi’s natural beauty. In the upper right, the Salvation South New Poets Prize Honorable Mention badge highlights Jennifer Peterson’s award-winning Mississippi poems and her recognition as a Southern poet.

Every Place Is Home to Someone

This finalist for the New Poets Prize—also poet laureate for Hattiesburg, Mississippi—takes us on intricate tours of Saturday in a small town, the thin line between redemption and judgment, and how beauty and love unfold in everyday moments.

Fight From Away

Appalachians leave home for many reasons. But no matter where they go, mountain folks defend their people and culture.

Skin Don’t Lie

This week, we study what it means to be exactly who you are, hiding nothing.

Bare Bones

A Georgia professor of ecology offers a classic look at autumn—in the woods and in ourselves.

Blue Country Mystic

How Hiss Golden Messenger’s M.C. Taylor moved to North Carolina from California and found his voice in the South.

Real Love

A Kentucky poet sings solidarity to the landscape, language, and love that claim her.

Southern by Choice or Birth

A story about one who wasn’t born Southern but got here as quick as he could, plus two more from folks whose roots are deep in Appalachian soil.

A Whole-Town Family Reunion

In the mountain town of Blairsville, Georgia, an annual Sorghum Festival has celebrated Appalachian culture for over 50 years. And it kicks off again this weekend.

A Scrape of Fingernails

An excerpt from “The Caretaker,” the latest—and possibly final—novel from a titan of Appalachian literature, North Carolina’s Ron Rash

Cornbread Is Personal

If you want to know me and my people, let me put a crusty wedge in your bowl.

Where We Go From Here

Looking back through decades of struggle, uncertainty, and hope

Toward Love

An early autumn assessment of what we hope y’all get when you open Salvation South.

We’ll Start a New Country Up

From the time they were kids, they just couldn’t wait for something bigger than their small Alabama town.