The Wild
My mother lives in a little yellow cottage that rests in the tall shadow of Grandfather Mountain. At night, she […]
Appalachian Poets, Audio, Poems, Tributes
Appalachian Poets
Appalachian Poets, Poems, Tributes
The Whole Kit II
There’s something about a brick against a broad window that seems to make everything break. Who knows where he got
Appalachian Poets, Poems, Tributes
The Whole Kit
Bootle Used to been you could buy beer up at Bootle’s bootleg liquor store. You could get what you needed
Appalachian Poets, Audio, Poems, Tributes
Capitalism
Along the two-lane blacktops of my childhood we stopped to buy watermelons. Mother thumped them, listening for that deep, ripe
Appalachian Poets, Audio, Poems, Tributes
Mandolin
When Grandma Cecil tickled her bright mandolin below her chin it seemed she scratched an itch and shivered something near
Appalachian Poets, Poems, Tributes
Smoke
Junior Hughes had just stepped out from Chick’s Burger Bar squinting into the glare of early summer sun, his toothpick