A Country Rag ~ Word Preserve Volume 6

2001, digital art

From ev'ry mountain-side 

Let freedom ring! 

Let music swell the breeze 

And ring from all the trees 

Sweet freedom's song; 

Let mortal tongues awake; 

Let all that breathe partake: 

Let rocks their silence break, 

The sound prolong. 

911 Rain of Terror

Appalachian Home

by Rufus Skeens
"Honeysuckle," "Against Night," "Holy Land," and "September Eulogy"

by Frances Lamberts
"All Causes Shall Give Way"

by Frances Lamberts
"How Do Frogs Do It?"

By Faith Alone

by Eunice Soper

"Mommy's Surprise," "Decorated Crutches," and "The Monument"

"The Helping Hand," "Chip Off the Block," and "The Steady Iceberg"

"Hands That Slip," "The Unforgiving One," "Forgiving the Murderer," and "A Full Fist"

Country Reckoning

by Ray Arrowood
"The Tests of Truth"

by Jeannette Harris
"Quick Vacations"

by Gwendoline Y. Fortune

Distilled Spirits

by Gwen Fortune

by Terry Lowenstein
"Sunday Dinner"

by Jimmie R. Pennington
"To Appalachia"

Gas Lamps and Cobblestones

by Jeannette Harris

by Gary Carden
"Requiescat, Teddie"

by Gary Carden


by Christopher Hedlund
"Faces of Pluto"

by Harold Janzen

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Graphics: Music on the Square, photos by Steve Cook

Hands by Barbara Eberly 

Granny taught me to sew and knit and tat

And cook with whatever came to hand.

I've made lye soap by her recipe

And carded cotton for her loom.

But she didn't teach me to make

Pine straw baskets.

Somebody invited a woman to our

Thursday afternoon get-together.

She said she wanted to show us how.

So we each got a pile of straw

And some ribbon

And I found my hands remembered

How to hold and bend and add to the straw.

I made a small bowl while

Other women littered the floor

With pine needles and laughed.

"You've done this before!" they said.

And I said, "No.

I don't think so."

But I think Granny's mother

Might have done it.

Granny always said

I had her hands.

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Holler Notes

by Jonathan D. Farley
"To an African Queen"

by Gary Carden
"Christine's Watch"

by James Brooks
"Awakening one snowy morning..."


by Margaret Gregg
"Burokeliai: A Metaphor for the Arts"

by James Brooks
"Hanger Gales"

Mountain Empire

by Connie Henry
"Shapeshifter" and "Grown"

by Gwendoline Y. Fortune
"Past as Prologue, Legacy as Future"

by Jeannette Harris

Native Days

by Jeannette Harris
"Loose Change"

by Carolyn Moore

Occasional Treats

by Annette Marie Hyder
"Sunday Lessons," "Challah," and "Crack"

by Bill Stone
"Towards an Appalachian Green Party"

by Richard Ballon
"The Harvest of a Temporary Thaw," "In Summer," and "Easy as Hell"

Rivers Side

by Susan Lachmann
"Sounds Sweet"

by karol cooper
"La Voix des Femmes: The Saga of Violette Wakeland"
Part Three -- Part Four

Rural Review

by Gary Carden
"Fie on Thee," "Out of Her Mind," and "The Death of Satan"

by Gwendoline Y. Fortune
"There is a Heaven..."

by Susan Lachman
"She Don't Wanna Work..."
and "Nobody"

by Gary Carden

Rustic Refrain

by Tom Scheve
"Admitting to Lust"

by Ray Arrowood
"Centers of Limbic Learning"

by Jane Blair
"Eagle Feather II"


by Jeannette Harris
"That Unspeakable God"
"The Under-The-Railroad Gang"

by Carolyn Moore
"The Death Cake Recipe"
"An Appalachian Christmas"

by karol cooper
"The Search for Origin"

by Claude Kelly
"The f-stops Here - Trials and Tribulations of a Festival Photographer"

Mountain Menus
Main Courses ~ Side Dishes

Through the Looking Glass

by Susan Lachmann and Jeannette Harris
"The World's a Stage"

by Nancy Jackson Colburn
and Jo Jackson Storia

"Legend of the Cranberry Thistle"

Whole Woman


by Franky Gibson
"Behind the Smile"

"Changing of the Guard," "Chiaroscuro for KY Miner," and "Mam Knew"

by Teri Browning

The Garden


Each day, you give me promise

soaking hands in your moist, dark body

inhaling free dreams of rosemary, thyme and mint

While releasing any doubts transpiring fears

giving you an abundance of new flowers

and lively worms

Each day, I am amazed by your ability

to adjust to any circumstance that greets you

or may challenge your survival

rain, snow, harsh wind or feeding squirrels

Each day, I gaze into the golden faces

of bursting sunflowers that soon I know

will grow taller than me

they do every summer

Each day, I thank God for the gift of earth

and I hold seeds in my hands now

when I pray.

-- originally from Akron, Ohio, Deborah M. Priestly lives and writes now from Cambridge MA. Visit her website at www.out-of-the-blue.addr.com

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