The Blue Hole… West Virginia and The Opiate Epidemic

When I was a child I would go to my favorite swimming hole, a deep spot in the Sago River not far from my house in a small town in West Virginia. We called it the Blue Hole. I was a swimmer by nature. My parent’s swore I was born with gills.I could always find the water, and there…

The Insatiable Wind

The storm churned up the all this debris The wind was inconsolable Its appetite… Insatiable In its aftermath… Limbs of trees Leaves strewn across the yard Screen doors torn from their hinges Whole trees lying horizontal Nature spit about like vomit… With hundreds of years of history Exposed Dead and unresponsive Dried up, like the…