Beneath the Flaming Cardinal Flower
August in the Smokies is a wet month a time of looming thunderheads & squalls that sweep the watersheds leaving a dripping silence of glisten & black muck. But should it turn dry & parch the [...]
Inside the Noise
Yes, there were coal mines, and steel mills, and factories. All of them grinding away at the edge of things — thin shudder of the earth that we lived with, echoing roar of river inside the hills. [...]
Poem Beginning with Lines from Aurora Leigh
She told me she had loved upon her knees, As others pray, as if her back-seat driver had not demanded the service she performed for the chauffeur. That query we need never make: will you next go [...]
Linville Cavern
Past the tomahawks and cider, the caged rattlesnake and postcards, the day-glow bumper stickers that would trail us home, my father and I trailed a voice: the others unwilling to wander the bat [...]
