Echoes of Appalachia
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Author: Tim Carmichael
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Reflections from the Ridge I am the hush of early morning mist,brushing soft against your cheeklike a mother’s worn apron,smelling of cornmeal and spring water. These mountains do not shout—they speak in seed, in shale,in the groan of a muleand the silence after. You walk my roads,and I watch you with the eyesof dogwood, poplar,…
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Across the Appalachian region, superstition remains part of daily life. In towns, hollers, and high mountain communities, signs are still read, warnings are still heeded, and old customs are carried forward, often without explanation. Walk through a rural cemetery in eastern Kentucky and someone may remind you not to point at a grave. Rocking an…
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Some places get into your bones. Appalachia is like that—and Bloodroot and Coal Dust is a book that knows it by heart. This collection of poems doesn’t just talk about the mountains, the coal, the people—it lives there. These are poems that come from red dirt and long shifts underground, from porches where stories get…
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A growing number of writers, poets, musicians, and filmmakers from Appalachia are pushing back against long-held stereotypes about their home—one story, song, or frame at a time. Their work doesn’t dwell in nostalgia or frame the region as broken. Instead, it brings nuance, complexity, and contradiction to a place often reduced to caricature. “We’re not…
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In the hills and cities, something is shifting. Fewer people are walking through church doors. More are turning toward what feels real — not louder, not newer, but closer to the bone. A growing number are leaving organized religion behind, not because they’ve lost belief, but because the church stopped feeling like home. In too…
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The trouble started over a hog. That’s what they’ll tell you, and that’s what’s written down in most places. But what started before the hog was land, pride, and the kind of family loyalty that don’t bend even when it ought to. The Hatfields were from West Virginia, over on the Tug Fork of the…
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Today, the world hands out flowers, wraps pink ribbon around the pain. But none of it feels made for me— not with you gone, not with this ache. I walked past the card aisle, eyes blurring at words you’ll never read. “Best Mom,” they said. But how do I write that when you’re no longer…
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Grace Moore was born Mary Willie Grace Moore on December 5, 1898, in a small settlement called Slabtown, near Del Rio in Cocke County, Tennessee. Her family moved when she was very young, and she grew up in Jellico, a coal-mining town in the Cumberland Mountains near the Kentucky border. Life there was hard, and…
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Long before rockets ever pierced the sky, the town of White Sulphur Springs, West Virginia, raised a girl who would help put a man on the moon. Katherine Johnson, quiet and quick, was a child of the Allegheny Mountains and a daughter of segregation. She had a gift for numbers—sharp, instinctive, and relentless—and a determination…
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In the Appalachian Mountains, spring doesn’t arrive in a straight line. It comes in fits and starts, with warm days followed by sudden drops in temperature. Just when it seems safe to put the winter coats away and start planting the garden, the cold creeps back in. One of the most well-known of these spring…
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