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There is nothing more I like than yapping. This is a space where I share poems, short stories, and spiels about my life as a displaced appalachian.

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conversations with a stranger

These are all real conversations I have had with people after leaving Estill County, Kentucky for college in 2011. Codeswitching is something I only recently learned about and realized that the longer I’ve been away from home, the better I am at codeswitching. This poem explores that.

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Momma’s “Vegetable” Soup

As the weather gets cooler, I start craving my momma’s vegetable soup. I didn’t much like this as a kid, probably because I also claimed to not like green beans. I still don’t understand why we call it vegetable soup, I mean it is mostly comprised of vegetables but we add hamburger meat. It’s no tellin’! My taste buds have changed over the years and I make this at least twice throughout the winter. It’s just me and my husband, so that’s plenty more than either of us can eat.

The seasonings we use are Nature’s Seasoning, Salt, and Pepper. But you season it however you like.

I like to pair this with a peanut butter and honey sandwich on fresh white bread. The best bread (in my opinion) is the Aunt Millie’s Country Buttermilk White bread. mmm!

I’m sure there are healthier ways to make this soup, but this is how my momma makes it and how her momma makes it, and so on. If you want to make it healthier or actual vegetable soup, then go ahead and have at it. I just wanted to share a little piece of me with you to keep you cozy on those cold nights ahead.

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quarter life crisis

I wrote this poem sitting at the circulation desk after a particularly hard day at work. I contemplate all the nuance of being an Appalachian in a modern society, feeling like I have one foot in the past.

I’ve lived but have I 

Lived?

Where waspers buzz

and the grass is blue.


I’ve lived a thousand lives;

But somehow that’s not true.


I’ve been a kid

that played with mud,

but never have I

chased clout.


I’ve texted when I had

no minutes,

but somehow there is doubt.


I woke up this morning.

Lazily;

Tired and forlorn.


I drag myself around

this town,

but never am I bored.


I think I am 

a person?

but somehow I’m not sure…


I’ve lived but have I 

Lived?

in suburbs 

and crowded cities.


I’ve lived but have I 

Lived?

I’m only in my thirties.


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