Katabasis
In a dream: cold rains falling in reverse out the autumn earth I felt my body & my body […]
Appalachian Poets, Audio, Poems, Tributes
Tributes
Grandmother
I grew up in the gorgeous and harrowing backdrop of North Carolina Appalachia. My days were blessed with the ripeness of the surrounding natural world and simultaneously marred by generational poverty and trauma. Through surreal and overlapping imagery, my poems aim to observe and make sense of life as it moves against the complicated framework of the American South. My speakers question what we can keep of our regional inheritance, and what we must leave behind.
Appalachian Poets, Poems, Tributes
Sometimes the Dream Comes Back to Me
A short gravel driveway, the tatty wooden fence that stumbled—this way, that way— like the strides of a drunkard from
Appalachian Poets, Audio, Poems, Tributes
Imagining Abraham
as my silent immigrant parent My father was a wandering Aramean; he placed a dead deer in my hands.
Appalachian Poets, Audio, Poems, Tributes
Letter to Nordstrom Re: Why Corporate Should Build a Last Chance Clearance Outlet in Knoxville, Tennessee
Dear Sir or Madam or Sirs or Madams— I write to you with a business proposition. My wife and
Appalachian Poets, Audio, Poems, Tributes
What Used to Be There
Now, no one lives on the ridges; houses up the hollow have slumped into themselves and rabbits feed above on