“The juke joint has always been a place beyond the margin, somewhere along the line. Barrelhouses of the South, juke joints served as a place for sharecroppers & slaves to socialize & celebrate counterculture in a society marred by slavery and Jim Crow. Today, there are hardly any left, most of them in the Mississippi Delta. We aim to uphold this spirit of defiance, striving to find unconventional Southern (& non-Southern) voices in poetry.” —The Editors
Tips From the Editor
Send us your lyrical, your narrative, your found, your erased, your not-quite-sure-it's-a-poem poem(s). Read every day, if you can, & read past issues. If we don't jive with your work the first time around, take it in stride & try again. The process is so inherently fickle. Don't give up on your work or us.