. . . she said she read anything and everything. She also took continuing education courses at Maryville College in Cherokee culture, Appalachian Studies, and Creative Writing. Her two novels and other writing bear witness to her careful and detailed . . . Continue Reading
Kim nods as she walks back through the dark, narrow hallway. Her chest feels tight.
Marriage.
Then she relaxes.
Freedom.
No more unending silence. No more curfews. No more belts. . . Continue Reading
My father was coal dusted and bent from the mines
But he saw that I had a degree
He taught me to hold a jack rock as . . . Continue Reading
Ivy’s stomach felt queasy as Paula returned with the bottle. Ivy stared, unblinking, as Mrs. Maxwell poured boiling water over the bottle, and the air filled with steam wafting from the glass. The water spilled into the grass filling Ivy’s nose with the pungent smell of the greenery. Paula’s mother set the pot on the cement . . .Continue Reading
Emily Singleton is a multimedia artist, concentrating in painting, from Plumtree, North Carolina . . . Her artwork most often depicts personal experiences significant to life in Appalachia . . . Continue Reading
. . . on Sunday morning to church. The preacher was
half-way through his sermon, when I felt something
crawling on my back. Thinking it was a fly, I rubbed
my back and realized it was . . . Continue Reading
Then, out of the blue, she got all paranoid and barked at me to stop touching her mail, which ticked me off. She accused me of messing with stuff, but that’s ridiculous—I only . . . Continue Reading
Her bare feet shoved into slip on shoes
A cigarette dangling from her lips.
Windows down, my . . . Continue Reading
Blessed be the small town girl
Who dreams of city lights,
Chinatowns, and . . . Continue Reading
I try to think of a question to get us talking about this land we both love, but it hangs in the air out of reach. Instead, I . . .Continue Reading