Monthly Archives: October 2009

Norma White Dead

Posted on October 26, 2009 by Rusty

Sad news. Thanks to Kevin Stew­art off Face­book for the link. Her hus­band of course, was The Danc­ing Out­law, Jesco White.  CHARLESTON, W.Va. — In a West Vir­ginia-pro­­duced film about them, Jesco "The Danc­ing Out­law" White and his wife Nor­ma … Con­tin­ue read­ing →

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Up Against the Wall, Redneck Mothers

Posted on October 23, 2009 by Rusty

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Still: Literature of the Mountain South

Posted on October 20, 2009 by Rusty

Here's a mag­a­zine and a notion that's sure to become a favorite. Cel­e­brate the inau­gur­al issue of Still, edit­ed by Silas House (fic­tion) Mar­i­anne Wor­thing­ton (poet­ry) and Jason Howard (non­fic­tion). From their 'about the name' page: About our name … To be a … Con­tin­ue read­ing →

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Leveling Appalachia

Posted on October 18, 2009 by Rusty

Link cour­tesy of End­less Emen­da­tion. Dur­ing the last two decades, moun­tain­top removal min­ing in Appalachia has destroyed or severe­ly dam­aged more than a mil­lion acres of for­est and buried near­ly 2,000 miles of streams. Lev­el­ing Appalachia: The Lega­cy of Moun­tain­top Removal … Con­tin­ue read­ing →

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Rosanne Griffeth's Errid and Delilah, fiction

Posted on October 9, 2009 by Rusty

Some nights, run­ning his rig down High­way 25 through Hot Springs, Errid would go past the brown brick build­ing. He'd glance to see if any lights glowed in the three trail­ers out back, like maybe she still worked there. Maybe … Con­tin­ue read­ing →

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Karl Koweski's Holly Go Darkly, fiction

Posted on October 5, 2009 by Rusty

When I cup my palm against my mouth I can smell her on me.  A not unpleas­ant odor that instills a desire for more.  I stand in the bath­room of an almost expen­sive hotel.  There’s enough light bulbs above the … Con­tin­ue read­ing →

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