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A poem from the summer 2014 issue.
Peace on this planetOr guns glowing hot,We lay there togetherAs if we were gettingSomething done. ItFelt like plantingA garden or planningA meal for a peopleWho still need feeding,
The history of the South is the South. And history is always with us—as present as you are, reading these words. As present as I mean to be as I type them. My South made me, in spite of itself.