Marge Fulton
Marge Fulton has lived in ten different states. Home is where your heart is, and Hazard is the home she says she always wanted. She and her husband have been there for almost twenty years! Marge recently retired from teaching Special Education in the hills of Eastern Kentucky. Burn out is such a reality of that field; she says it hit her like a forest fire! Her degrees are from Florida State and Eastern Kentucky University. She has written a truckload of poetry and short fiction. Her work has been published in Appalachian Heritage, Now and Then, Grab-a-Nickel, Old Hickory Review, Pegasus and others. She is very excited that Envoi, out of Wales, has accepted her poetry for the issue due out in Feb. 2009. Her poetry collection was a semi-finalist in last year’s Black Lawrence Press’ Chapbook Contest. She has attended Green River Writer’s Workshops, the Hindman Settlement School Writer’s Workshop and Gurney Norman’s workshops at Hazel Green Academy. Her short story collection, ALL ROADS LEAD TO HAZARD, was recently released with stunning reviews. The book was listed in the Nov. 2008 issue of THE GOOD BOOK GUIDE. She has also co-taught children’s writing camps and has judged numerous contests. Currently she is a member of Writers of the North Fork and an officer in Art in the Mountains. For her watercolors, she is also a juried artist with the Appalachian Artisan Center. She is currently working on a collection of Appalachian fantasy stories.Visit Author's Website
Eyes Everywhere
Six eager eyes follow me, three
tails gyrate and the middle one
called a pure mountain feist
nibbles, eats only a few bites.
Later as I pack up holiday
clutter, her eyes flutter,
legs stiffen. All goes blank.
Seizures and sickness to
delayed house training these
unwanted ones take us
in, becoming our universe.
I am Saturn; they the rings.
I am a rock wishing hard
for a [...]
Old Soldier
He welcomes me again.
I tell him where I’ve been;
he has been nowhere else.
And I rest my head and wait in
darkness as he talks of pineapple.
He recounts Hawaii and every
car he ever owned. Veterans
linger with memories random
as bingo. He asks if I have ever
been in a jet. He asks me if my
hands are still cold. I feed [...]
A Deeper Blue
My extended family assembled in Pensacola. We came from near and far to celebrate birthdays of great significance. My Dad just turned 80; my stepmother 75. Plans were made to get up around four in the morning on that Saturday. We looked like a bunch of zombies when we came aboard the Lively One II. [...]
My Bridge to Somewhere
Each morning I see the difference. More
and more joists and rivets and a river idling by.
A river that whispers in this drought and looks
skyward. Men that hoist metal with cranes;
huddled along train tracks, often leaning
on old tires. I cross the old one twice a day.
Grooves worn deep. Now, I am half asleep,
and vines creep beneath [...]
A Thousand Points of Darkness
What is on the horizon is not pretty. The seemingly imminent financial crash will be dark and dreary. What we are seeing now, is like a trailer for the movie of this madness. As an artist, I have an insight here. Like everyone else, I offer no good answer, only a parallel. Our brains think [...]
Simple as Sarah
Truth be told, I am nervous about this interview. In a small town, the weekly paper ties folks together like bailing wire. It has ripple effects too. A harsh editorial or article can run you crazy. There is no rock big enough to hide you. So, with trepidation I await my talk about my book [...]
A Thump on the Head
A Thump on the Head
We all have those confounding moments. Times when you lock yourself out or lose a coffee mug in the house. Maybe you are like me and can’t type. I took typing in high school and bombed that, just like I blew a typing test for a job. I think my hands [...]
