The Oxford American is a national magazine dedicated to featuring the very best in Southern writing while documenting the complexity and vitality of the South.
We’re excited to present the Summer/Fall 2026 double issue dedicated to Home! Pre-order your copy for a late July delivery here: https://t.co/KB8lpln20V
“Nobody gave a rat’s ass about suicide when we got home from Iraq. ”
In a new work of flash fiction by Eric McMillan, a soldier contends with an epidemic of military suicides.
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“This isn’t home—that I know. But someday, I’ll find it again.”
The final essay in the Home Makers series, Jaquira Díaz explores the liminal space between house and home.
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"Home and time are as tangled as the skunk vine and Confederate jasmine choking my backyard fence."
Diane Roberts for @oxfordamerican: https://t.co/Qk2YlJAFKh
Poet, essayist, and novelist Wendell Berry died yesterday at 92 at his home in Port Royal, Kentucky.
In his memory, we're sharing "Sabbaths," originally published in our Spring 2018 Issue, a poem that, like so much of his work, asked us to slow down and pay attention.
“My house is haunted.”
From the Summer/Fall 2026 Home issue, Diane Roberts reflects on loss and memory in her family's Florida house, which she refuses to ever leave.
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#EyesontheSouth | Ghost Bird | Dason Pettit
In this feature from the archive, Pettit documents the “persistent existential crisis” embodied by the probable extinction of the ivory-billed woodpecker.
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We mourn the loss of the beloved Queen of Country. In her memory, we will donate $5 per T-shirt and $1 per Country Roots Music Issue to Dolly Parton’s Imagination Library. Shop the full collection: https://t.co/9QYauvm3fh
“It’s outside our home, though, where I feel him most readily.”
From the Home Makers series, OA Associate Editor @boxfade moves through the Arkansas spaces his father loved in life, processing his grief along the way.
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“The body must’ve been prepared at home, by his people.”
—West Virginia writer Matthew Neill Null shares an excerpt of his latest novel “Floodgate” out from Blair today.
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“Something on my phone was listening to me.”
In a new short story by @LeeConell, a woman considers her childhood encounter with Simone, a deceased celebrity elk, as she navigates abortion bans and data tracking.
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The Oxford American’s Roundtable discussion on the state of humanities training at HBCUs is now available to watch on our website and YouTube Channel. 🔗: https://t.co/SaTE9LFqd4
“Who knows where the particles will land, nomads on their own journey to a next home.”
Managing Editor Christian Leus reflects on how often death entered the conversation when talking to this issue’s contributors about home.
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"The landline suggested a rootedness. A consistent number that connected us. If anyone in our family was stranded, arrested, or merely needed for a moment to be heard, they knew to call granny’s house. Someone was always at headquarters." -- Sasha Bonét
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#EyesontheSouth | In Two Places at Once | June Canedo de Souza
In this feature from the archive, de Souza documents the impact on having dual citizenship in Brazil and the United States on a family.
🔗: https://t.co/qm73TyInBT
For the new @oxfordamerican I wrote about artist Robert Gordy. I stumbled on his work a couple years ago and got obsessed. Info was scant: He lived in New Orleans; he died of AIDS in 1986. But who was he, and why was his strange art nearly forgotten? https://t.co/A64WygzjJv
“This type of harassment of beachgoers happens up and down the coast daily.”
—@hopecolette chronicles the battle for beach access along Florida’s 30A, noting the key players in keeping the beach private and the members of the public fighting back.
🔗: https://t.co/cCO8AAHPKF
"Mister Anthony is old enough to be retired, but he’s still taking gigs. He should be in somebody’s yard somewhere in New Orleans, playing Spades or dominos with his friends, sipping a taste from a red Solo cup if he likes. I don’t need to know this man to know he deserves to be at ease." -- Saeed Jones
https://t.co/CLy3TdRxBH | @oxfordamerican