Madeline ffitch

Stay and Fight, by Madeline ffitch

The idea of going “back to the land” tends to evoke picturesque images of a nurturing earth and a supposed return to an uncorrupted, self-sufficient lifestyle. These beliefs are swiftly shattered for the charac...
September 11

That Tuesday in September

They will ask us: “Where were you and what were you doing that day?” What concerns me is that no one will remember to describe the weather. We’ve seen the adjectives “clear skies” and “crisp,” even “a balmy ...
Tim Hillegonds

Graduation

When someone was leaving rehab—we called it graduating—we would all gather in the great room for a goodbye ceremony. We would sit in a circle on dinged-up metal folding chairs, all of us a little too fidgety, a...
To the Bones

To the Bones (WVU Press, 2019)

In spite of West Virginia’s rich folklore and modern myths like the Mothman and the Flatwoods Monster, the state’s literature—or even that of Appalachia as a whole—is not typically associated with horror and th...

Seedling

There’s a poem I think about every once in a while called “For the Missing in Action,” by John Balaban, from his book Locusts at the Edge of Summer. In fact, I’ve written about it before. In it, Balaban desc...