There are moments in life that change you forever. For me, one of those moments happened in the poetry section of my local library back in 1970 something. It was a hot summer day, and I was wearing cutoff jean shorts and a tube top, sitting cross legged on the rough industrial carpet that always […]
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Her name was Laurel just like the flowers that covered the mountains in the spring. Her face told the story of her life, every wrinkle a new chapter, every line contained a tale. She was old as the mountains and as young as the buds on the trees. On warm days you could see
There was one way in and one way out of town and that was the railroad. They liked to say there was one way in and one way out of the mines too but I didn’t like thinking on that much. My daddy had worked for the mines my whole life and I didn’t want
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