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The Editor’s Favorite Writing

Our editor-in-chief picks his favorite pieces from Salvation South in 2024.

Don’t Meet Your Heroes?

They’ll always disappoint you, the saying goes. This is a story about how the rule doesn’t apply…if you have the right kind of hero.

The Faithful Servant

For fifty years, Linda Strom has ministered to women in prison, helping them reenter society and rebuild their lives. She gives the credit to God and Karla Faye Tucker, who was put to death in 1998 for killing two people with a pickaxe.

At One Summer’s End (for Billy)

Sometimes, when we’re gutted by loss, we go ahead and sing about it. This Mississippi poet does just that.

Crow

In this poem from Asheville, North Carolina, a chain of images reveals how our minds sometimes play tricks on us—and, at other times, show us exactly what we need to see.

Sweet Woman of God

In 1998, Atlanta author Mark Beaver’s father asked him to write to the governor of Texas and call on him to stay the execution Karla Faye Tucker—a question that left him to ponder the tug of war between mercy and justice.

Irish Exits

A lost dog brings Janie Doyle face-to-face with her peculiar neighbors, who live only three blocks away—but in a world that’s entirely different from Janie’s.

Refrigerator

In summer’s swelter, consider the blessing of ice and the consequences of technology.

Yard Work

Punishment and glory–it’s all manifested right out there in the yard.

Teacher, Mother, Poet, Star

Join Salvation South in an intimate conversation with the prize-winning Alabama poet Jacqueline Allen Trimble.

Where We Went Wrong

The poems of South Carolina’s Ray McManus explore how boys become men—in ways healthy and unhealthy—perhaps better than any poet in the South.

Southern Manhood

Your willingness to be a jackass will never make you a man. Writers like South Carolina’s Ray McManus are shredding the futile and stupid myths about what exactly makes a Southern man.

To Hear What We’ve Come for This Long Time

One time and place nourishes the next, just like your broken eggshells feed your garden.