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I'm posting an original poem every Friday for a year. This is 5/52. A fantasia. --------- The Shop on the Corner All through April I...

It was 1980, near the end of the era when strangers would pick up a hitchhiker, and I had no problem getting rides. I was on the road,...

Every Friday for a year I'm posting an original poem. This is 4/52. A summer camp murder mystery sonnet. -------- The Drownee His first...

My maternal grandfather Dewey lived a short walk from our house in our tiny coal camp when I was a kid and I spent a lot of time with him....

The weekly poem. ---- Consider the glabellum Consider the glabellum, the space between one's eyes. It furrows up in fear And widens in...

I've always loved computers, ever since I was a sci-fi kid in the 60s reading about the literally fantastic World of Tomorrow as it was...

Our family's gospel group, a generation before mine, didn't rely on standard musical notation but on the seven-note (or sometimes...

I grew up in southern West Virginia, not far from the region of the Hatfield & McCoy feud. "Devil Anse" Hatfield (center, others unknown)...

Review of Joseph Anthony's Pickering’s Mountain. (Old Seventy Creek Press.) Reviewed by David Thurman Miller in Vol 41, #4, in...

---- The Young Woman Who Lived in a Shoe I was her first, clearly unplanned, my mother so young. Brothers and sisters followed soon, more...

Especially at yard sales or flea markets. This one's a charango, with ten strings, typically used in South American music. Its paired...

As an independent scholar I was gratified to be asked to speak at the 50th Louisville Conference on Literature and Culture on Friday Feb....