Stories, Old Ragged Verse, Letters to and from mountain cousins by Storyteller and Appalachian Humorist Stephen Hollen. Enjoy the humor and bittersweet memories of Eastern Kentucky and a place where the mist crawls down the mountainside ''like molasses on a cold plate''
I wish that I could fly
Reach out with dragon wings
Sweep air under my body
Soar, not like bird or bat
But like a leviathon of the sky
Creature of fantasy.
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