Tag: West Virginia

And She Wrote On…

She stopped writing. No rhyme. No real reason. She stopped, because it’s the one thing she could control; those words. Her legs are shaking, they tremble with unknown fear. The leaves are crunching as a junkie coughs and walks down the alley next to her house. Let. It. Go. It’s all dying away….           The dead season is…

15 Years His Wife: The End

I’ve danced long enough with metaphors and hints. I circled and paced, eating my hands bloody. The truth is not beautiful and I will not give you splendid adjectives along with breathtaking scenery tonight. My time has come. Let me out of this cage, I rage. You’ve read the good. The facade, and as I type these words I realize…

West Virginia Woman

The real ones are rare. Being born on the land doesn’t guarantee you will grow into a true West Virginian woman. Soft and callous creatures, tempting fate and sustaining on old dreams passed down from our great grandmothers. The Cherokee bloodline combined somewhere with the Irish heritage. The dreams are haunting, terrifying, and true. She is the truth holding light…

Just A Girl

I’m the girl…  The one you think is pretty enough to take home to meet your mother, until you realize I’m a complete mess. And your mother is going to hate me for one of two reasons. The first perception and reason is she’ll judge the picture in front of her. She’ll think my life has been buckets of lemonade…

Are We Not Exhausted?

Monday is the worst day. Monday is marriage counseling day. Monday, my husband and I go into another world. It feels decades removed from where we live today. The smell is musty like a morgue for dead marriages. Maybe some has survived, but I can’t get a comforting sense there’s been a lot of success in the room with opposing…

Cotton Candy, Funnel Cakes, And Kismet

There is a refusal inside of me to burden you with the world tonight. There are enough words being shouted about the day and age we’re suddenly forced to live in. Instead, I will burden you with my tiny glimmer of hope. Dammit, it’s not been stripped of me yet. I won’t let any man seize the days my heart…

Small Business Saturday: What Have We Done?

In elementary school, my father would send my sister and me to Curnutte’s Hardware Store. It was a block and a half from our one story home. Almost 30 years later, I can’t understand why my father would send two little girls to buy parts that were always the wrong parts, but, he did. And Mr. Curnutte would always let…

I Wasn’t Worth Saving.

In my younger days when I did something wrong, my mama would say: “You look at me when I’m talking to you.” I didn’t want to hold my head up to look at her.  I felt Shame. Guilt. Fear. Discomfort. She didn’t strike me. She scolded me, which at times felt worse than being hit. I’d disappointed her. Because she’d…

I Want To Write Something Beautiful

Each day is growing darker a minute sooner. The leaves are changing and a chill has arrived, soon there will be a brief last gasp of summer. We always have those last few warm days here. It is the finale to our summer season. Halloween is inching closer and children will dress in their costumes while walking door to door…

We Are… On Original Bunker Punks Today.

I’ve waited a long time to write my third and final installment to my Appalachian series. The hesitation in writing it was because I wanted to see where a city, my home, would go. I’m still not exactly sure the answer to that question. There is no definitive answer. A town, like many other communities, is struggling with heroin. But…

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