It’s In Our Blood

We put traction to the dirt The sweat on our necks and the tears under our eyes  are not just pleas but fuel No matter what you do no matter what you hurt or take we will always have...

Like Wildflowers in August

"How far to Thomas now?" Allegheny Mountain in the August twilight. Photo by Andrew Carroll. We both know the answer, roughly, but Caleb asks me anyway, partly out of habit, partly for the excuse to...

W.Va.’s Poet Laureate A Student Of Life

This Poet Laureate’s pace when he’s publicly reading his work is sometimes somewhat swift and steamed, but when Marc Harshman is embracing a conversation, the author chooses his words most carefully....

County Road 4

cold porch lights chase me thirty miles per hour downhill to the Ohio past bison in greasy fields old company town hollow filled by skinny creek run full of yellow dog seeps out back behind a mine...

West Virginia: A Poem

Your river veins, your heart of coal Seneca’s body, Spruce’s soul A quiet perfection–to some, unknown It is you, my God, my home Quivering dewdrop tracing stem Shaded eaves for root and...