A Place of Our Own: Appalachia

I want to talk to you about Appalachia. It brings to mind images of toothless, aged creatures with dirty faces fresh from the mines, images of barefoot, barely dressed, children wearing feed sacks with barren landscape as a background, doesn’t it? Maybe, modern day stereotypes conjure images of welfare recipients, overweight, diseased people, strung out…

Secret Society of Ferns

You spread yourself Across the woodland floor. A colony of answers. A secret society tucked In the woods, born of spores that were born of spores born millions of years ago. Your seed floating from woodland and swamp Through epochs and eras, across continents now divided By water and war. You are a living fossil….

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…