It finally ends.....
I, a once thriving community is now abandoned due to labor mobility. I am wailing to come back to life.
This is written about growing up in west Virginia The experiences that shaped who I am today
I was confused.
I had my head heavy.
I sought the help of my Gibson guitar....
Life could be fun sometimes: throwing in strange bedfellows together. The puddle they'll make will take an eternity to clean.
Sometimes we find it hard to move on.