WestVirginiaVille

Working in a newsroom, you get a lot of oddballs, broken souls, lonely, cracked, occasionally perversely poetic people who wander in off the street looking to communicate their visions. Or they write letters.

A found poem pounces out the morning e-mail box. Surely, it does. But now I’m not so sure how surely best to phrase it.

Poems can be found in the most unexpected places. Such as page 2 of the Calhoun Chronicle’s “This Week in History,” with news of some chestnuts that came to town 100 years ago.