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''
Dawn and fog is gravy thick Not merely a misty morn. It lays heavy, damp and leaden Weighing down on leaf and tree Making spirits sulky, sad. One wonders if the sun Will be able to push, cut, tear Through and bring today?
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