Smoke and Memory by Jillian Bailey
She didn’t mourn her. She never had. Not when she passed, not when she was lowered into the ground, but she did think of her sometimes, especially when she lit a cigarette . . . Continue Reading
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She didn’t mourn her. She never had. Not when she passed, not when she was lowered into the ground, but she did think of her sometimes, especially when she lit a cigarette . . . Continue Reading
Appalachia Bare recently toured his mansion White Hall located in the rolling hills of this beautiful region. I consider it one of the best historical tours I’ve taken in a long time. (Thank you to curator Matthew Parrish.) An hour’s walkthrough doesn’t do it justice. At almost 10,000 square feet . . . Continue Reading
I was still. The wind rumbled just like Thurl Ravenscroft did from my room. A gust of wind blew through the treetops, and all of them let out this baritone groan that made my hands shake. Maybe this was what Grandma was talking about. Maybe . . . Continue Reading
Appalachia Bare recently attended the 2026 James Agee Conference located at Pellissippi State Community College’s Strawberry Plains Campus in Knoxville, Tennessee. I would encourage any writer—especially those around the mountain region—to attend the James Agee Conference. Wonderful experience.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
Standing at the threshold, he searched the darkness. He couldn’t see anything, but that didn’t mean something wasn’t there, lurking outside the reach of light. Watching. Waiting. He knew it was out there. He’d seen it. And it’d seen him . . . Continue Reading
Love that churned butter
stirred soup beans,
fried fruit pies,
Love that could read your fortune
in . . . Continue Reading
Ruminating on the day, the peach and purple sky giving way to black, I was drawn back to the morning’s service and the disembodied sound of a dulcimer plucking out the mournful . . . Continue Reading
In my 2016 stage play Which Side Are You On: The Florence Reece Story, I envision a scene at the Highlander Folk School in Monteagle, Tennessee, wherein union activist and songwriter Florence Reece and Civil Rights reformer Martin Luther King, Jr. are discussing ways for opposing violence. The exchange follows:Continue Reading
Welcome to our continuing series about Appalachian hauntings. In this post, we’ll be journeying to Georgia, Kentucky, and Mississippi. Enjoy the history and the goose bumps. Georgia Barnsley Gardens – Bartow County Background: Godfrey Barnsley (1805-1873) was an Englishman who came to America in 1824 and soon became one ofContinue Reading
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