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''
The morning is wet dog damp and cold
Sunrise is slow to climb over the horizon
Dawn moves toward me as if confused.
Night is gone, washed from earth's sleepy eyes
Day seems to linger on the other side of the world
As if someone over there is unwilling to pass it on.