. . . A dog barks farther up the trail,
and I know we are not alone
though all we can hear above the creek’s
rumble is an occasional wren in . . . Continue Reading

. . . as filtered sunlight sparks gems
on the cascading water, the last section streaming
over in thin sheets and strings, with globs plunging
down like thrown goblets of . . . Continue Reading

. . . an old dirt road meanders under oak and beech, past rhododendron, through a shallow creek and out into light,
meadows on either side. At the end of the road . . . Continue Reading

Congratulations Colette Tennant!

. . . Way back in the holler squats an abandoned house.
Metal clothes hangers clang in the fickle wind
like ancient bells punished for failing to warn
the town about a coming apocalypse.
In the shed, a half rotten . . . Continue Reading

Thank you to everyone who participated in Appalachia Bare’s Places and Spaces poetry contest. We received such phenomenal poetry, which made our decisions so difficult. Contests are exciting all around, yet a little nerve-racking for the writer, what with all the waiting and wondering. Judging is difficult because our region abounds with creativity. Appalachia Bare set out to judge each poem on . . . Continue Reading

When it rained hard, I’d huddle in the chair
pull my legs up against the mist, grieve
as the water mourned over eaves, endure the slap

sound on the beaten earth below
as the distant creek . . . Continue Reading