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I knew it must be a musical instrument but couldn't figure out how it might be played—the strings are too thin to be plucked or bowed....

I'm posting an original poem every Friday for a year. This is 9/52. On the cancellation of classic children's books. ------- "Oh, the...

Even though my father, a coal miner, had little extra money when I was a kid, I received a small allowance and I promptly spent it on...

I'm posting a year's worth of Friday poems. -------- I Visit My Mother in the Hospital for the Last Time Nurses mark their journey along...

The Appalachian coal fields attract national attention in cycles, usually in one of two ways. In the past West Virginia occasionally...

Every Friday for a year I'm posting an original poem. This is 8/52. ----------------- "The Swing Riots were a widespread uprising in 1830...

It was the early 1980s and I was on the West Coast for no reason in particular, bumming around after college while waiting for my adult...

I'm posting a year's worth of original poems, one every Friday. ------- A Brief Travelogue of the Places the Department of Motor Vehicles...

One hundred years ago, and until middle of the last century, southern West Virginia coal miners crowded into small and medium-sized coal...

I'm posting an original poem each Friday for a year. This is 6/52. Sometimes you just stumble across poems. This one is compiled from...

Even at his lowest, in those lean, hard years after the war, my father loved to sing, always had. As a boy bringing in cows from the...

The late 1980s saw a frenzy of financial deregulation and the loosening of bank and insurance company investment rules; for the first...