We Are All From Where We Are
Louisville poet Emma Aprile, winner of our inaugural Salvation South New Poets Prize, discusses her creative process, the landscapes that shape her work, and what it means to write from and for the South.
Louisville poet Emma Aprile, winner of our inaugural Salvation South New Poets Prize, discusses her creative process, the landscapes that shape her work, and what it means to write from and for the South.
Shelley Johansson shares the story of how sewing has sustained the women of her family for almost a century — from bandages during World War II to masks for the current pandemic.
Jordan Blumetti reflects on “Indigo,” the latest book from one of the South’s greatest living writers, Padgett Powell.
Clair Mclafferty is an expert on Southern cocktails, so we’ve asked her to give us a series of recipes: classic Southern drinks that you and your guests will doubtless enjoy.
Tallahassee’s dizzying mashup of the literary festival and the music festival is set to return in April. Salvation South will host a stage.
McCallie’s father and mother were prominent Christian leaders but strong racists in the mid-20th century. Today, Franklin is trying to redeem himself with a program of reconciliation called Chattanooga Connected.
We report on serious reconciliation work happening in Chattanooga and cultual melding happening in Tallahassee.
The editor’s old friend Rob Rushin-Knopf has a back porch chat with us. It’ll be the first of many, we hope.
You’d think that snagging an invite to your college football team’s president’s box would be fun. Not so much.
Can the tradition of reviewing works of art continue in the Zoom era? Salvation South says yes, even if the production is virtual.
Harold Rittenberry Jr., an 85-year-old sculptor in Athens, Georgia, uses welding torches and saws to find the hope inside of scrap metal.
From his perch in the mountains of Northeast Alabama, Stephen Smith sees hope for people who find themselves in the middle of today’s political debate.
Mikala Jones discovers how a bruise on your shoulder can mean very different things in Massachusetts than it does in Georgia.