Appalachia

They’re Fossils, He Says

holding his pale palms outstretched, water-stained sedimentary rocks filling his hands, and I smile and say It…

Mary, Queen of the Hills

How my father was able to realize peace after his sister’s death

Making Cornbread

The only poem my grandma knows

On Being a Queer Prodigal Son of Appalachia

I recently had the pleasure of watching the excellent indie film Boy Meets Girl…