The poetic form haiku originated in China as hokku before gaining ascendency in the 17th century as Japan’s chief literary form. Traditionally, the haiku was a succinct poem of three lines, the first line containing five syllables, the second seven syllables, and the third five syllables, for a total ofContinue Reading
Appalachia Bare strives for perfection. Yet, on occasions too numerous to count, our own errors blindside us with lessons in humility. To our followers via email, Facebook, or Twitter, you may have received an unedited article on Sunday, May 22nd that was sent prematurely. The post was the first ofContinue Reading
the old men in this part of the world used to pass on tradition in rocking chairs father and son, mother and daughter believing they were immovable come hell or high water. but now there’s fire on the mountain and dirt on the grave the creeks a’risin and perhaps whatContinue Reading
From time to time, Appalachia Bare likes to spotlight some of our best submissions. “Louis” was written by talented storyteller, Kipper Evans, and was the Second Prize winner of Appalachia Bare‘s 2020 George Washington Harris Short Story Contest. We are proud to present this story for your enjoyment. KipperContinue Reading
When you hook about a dozen fish the day seems bright and good until you hook that certain one that reels in like dead wood alarmed, anticipating, struggling to be free then after strength had worn quite thin simply trusting me, placing total trust in me to set him freeContinue Reading
A global pandemic. A political world divided. Forest fires ablaze. Mental health at a rapid decline. And I want to talk about happiness? It seems impossible and complicated and always out of reach lately. To that, I ask: What do we have left? Half of “happiness” or mood is dependentContinue Reading
I just want to burn shit down, she says and her voice sounds like a child’s, even though she is forty-five She flicks a Bic at the grass, at each little blade that stands so stoically, at each little soldier cemented to the ground And I understood just how hardContinue Reading
spring sun on red clay the team plows winter’s cold ground a hiss in the barn blackbird on the fence dirty boots sit by the door canned beans and warm bread still days grow longer in a flash of innocence nineteen eighty-one Brandon Michael Ward is a writer,Continue Reading
I have found the outdoors to be the savior of my sanity, and not solely because I am an “outdoorsy” person. The truth is that science confirms the health and mental benefits of getting outside, yet many people in a modern, technologically advanced world seem to be missing out. ResearchContinue Reading
From time to time, Appalachia Bare likes to spotlight some of our best submissions. “Grow Lavender for Luck Child” was written by talented storyteller, Linda Hinkle, and was the First Prize winner of Appalachia Bare‘s 2020 George Washington Harris Short Story Contest. We are proud to present this story forContinue Reading