Homage to Mississippi John Hurt
...harps. I know a small man's largeness can be a pistol in the dark, but it can also play. The name of joy is music. Published in Salvation Blues:...
The Dispossessions of Appalachia: A Review of Ramp Hollow
...sustain residents through "hunting and gathering, cattle grazing, timber harvesting, vegetable gardening, and farming" (272). Although his proposal is understandably crafted for rural contexts, given Stoll's concerns throughout the book,...
You Can't Eat Coal, and Other Lessons from Appalachian Women's History
Blog Post The activism of Appalachian women who took up the fight for justice in the 1960s and 1970s pulsed outward from a core ethic of care. Caregiving animated their...
Covid Light and Darkness Alike
...farther, adapt and adjust, do whatever needed to be done. There are no truly universal feelings about the shared experience of Covid, but there is, I believe, a collective impression...
Packin' Four Corner Nabs
...butter from packin’ four corner nabs even after the shower down spot a teamster card on the visor Published in Off-Season City Pipe: Work (Minneapolis: Coffee House Press, 2005)....
Fort Scott newspapers
...brightest and darkest day which the people of this city ever experienced. During a year of unprecedented plenty the brawn and brain of Southern Kansas has been busy erecting the...
Article praising Ponce de Leon's appearance
...find relief from the din and confusion of the city, during the long, hot summer. When the gates of the park are opened wide for the thousands of visitors they...
Casino, Ponce de Leon Park
...Leon is a private park under city police regulations. No disorderly characters tolerated. Colored persons admitted as servants only." Published: 15 January 2008 © 2008 Sarah Toton and Southern Spaces...
Stones and Shadows
...you like to live in New York City?" I search for ways to interrupt, to shut him up. But when I look left, he has become just a voice in...
Anniversary
Early, the city's empty, almost soundless, still. The air has a photograph's grain, a mist that's still deciding whether to rise or fall, and again, we're walking down Dexter, drawn...