I am from the woods, from sticks and leaves.
I am from the holler of Kitts Creek Kentucky
I am from the hickory chickens, the ginseng.
I am from hunting and trapping, from grand dad and uncle and the Fultz’s
I am from the cocky and bold.
I am from the good man upstairs and church Sunday morning.
I am from the tall Appalachian mountains, corn bread…Read More

I am from Cumberland, from the old buildings and the new buildings.
I am from the place where everyone is trying to find a job in the coal mines.
I am from the tree that grows outside, the leaves that falls from the tree.
I am from the family cookouts and the football game after, from the simmons’s and the grates and the working family.
I am f…Read More

WHERE I’M FROM
I am from mamaws home cookin’, from John Deer and Honda
I am from the garden down the hill
I am from the apple tree in the front yard
I am from huntin’ and fishin’, from mom and dad and the nease’s
I am from the backwoods play ground that children now know better than I do, from a small quiet holler to the next one over
From…Read More