Remember the hearts
that never quite fit in.
No warm welcome.
No home to come to.
Not for lack of trying.
Continue readingRemember the hearts
that never quite fit in.
No warm welcome.
No home to come to.
Not for lack of trying.
Continue readingMy family has been in this area for a few years. And by a few years, I mean generations. I proudly tell anyone with even the tiniest interest that my dad’s grandpa was a mayor. The last mayor of the 19th century in fact. That’s just his paternal side though since his mom hailed from New York state. My mom’s roots however, are a little more plentiful. Both sides on her maternal side came to the area due to coal mining. Coal was the lifeblood of this community after all. Mom’s paternal side, took a more circular route to get here. Ranching outside of town brought the family to the area before eventually moving into town. So, whenever I read a book about local history, I always hope to bump into some family history. It’s true what they say, be careful what you wish for because you just may get it.
Continue readingYou stopped me in the hall
and kindly asked, “How are you?”
We enjoyed our conversation
until your foot came into view
and I watched it flip the rug.
But what was unimaginable
is you left it flipped up
like some kind of animal.
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