BORN IN THESE HILLS taken away when I was three. Son of a coal miner who took my mother, my brother, and me. Drove west to the ocean, Pacific. The kids there called me "hillbilly" and "hick." Said I talked funny. Punched me, kicked me, generally tried their best to make sure I knew I didn’t belong there. And I did not. Eventually, though, I learned to speak like … [Read more...] about Notes From Appalachia
Normal days are like this. Darkness is turned to light. The blind receive their sight. Wrongs are made right. Yes, normal days are like this, but few of us are amazed. Here's what happens. We become accustomed to the miraculous and miss the miracle. Those who are most precious to us become our enemies. Those to whom we owe the most, we treat the worst. … [Read more...] about Warning: You are not safe. The Lion is loose.
Learning is earning... even when we bomb. I attended my first-ever poetry slam last night. Something I have wanted to do for years. I put it all out there; I tried hard ... but my work didn't make it past the first round. Even lovesick teenagers lamenting how wrongly they were treated by some bygone lover scored higher than me. Should I quit writing? No. I should … [Read more...] about Focus