| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| bed2704 | Here, are the stiffening hills, here, the rich cargo Congealed in the dark arteries, Old veins That hold Glamorgan's blood. The midnight miner in the secret seams, Limb, life, and bread. - | coal coal-miner glamorgan hills miners mining rhondda the-land wales | Mervyn Peake | |
| b42e34b | Alecto isn't a person! He's just something that society made and then threw away, a memory that refuses to die. | canada cape-breton coal created death dying kodak-moment memory mining nostalgia nova-scotia person pollution society steel super-8 threw | Rebecca McNutt | |
| 9e9a104 | Death happened often enough that a certain melancholy existed between the young men and women of the little West Virginia town when they made their daily farewells | mining west-virginia | Homer Hickam |