A collage of two photos with a pink and orange decorative background. The first photo features a woman with curly hair, glasses, wearing a pink polka-dot sleeveless top and jeans, standing outdoors with a scenic green landscape behind her. The second photo shows a man with a young girl sitting on a step outside a house with white siding and a lattice window, with the man holding the girl and both looking at each other.

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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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Life Lately: New Job, Lost Sleep, and Missing Mamaw

Teresa Morrow 9/30/25 Teresa Morrow 9/30/25

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Life Lately: New Job, Lost Sleep, and Missing Mamaw

September has been a mix of new beginnings, sleepless nights, and remembering those I miss most. Here’s a little life update, straight from my heart.

Teresa Morrow 9/15/25 Teresa Morrow 9/15/25

once lost, now found

I wrote this poem in 2016 after my first niece was born. There was a part of me that never wanted to go back home, and as I have aged that part of me has gotten smaller and smaller. She is now 8 and has a younger sister. I dedicate this poem to them. May they never lose their accent, their love of the mountains, or each other.

Teresa Morrow 9/12/25 Teresa Morrow 9/12/25

momma’s windchimes

There’s nothing I love more than the song of windchimes. When I lived at home, the best naps were taken when the windows were up, curtains blowing in the wind, and my momma’s windchimes singing me to sleep.

Teresa Morrow 9/10/25 Teresa Morrow 9/10/25

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.

Teresa Morrow 9/8/25 Teresa Morrow 9/8/25

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.