Songs of the Humpback Whale
by Mary Quade
When I was a kid in Wisconsin in the 1970s, we didn’t have global warming. We had litter, and we had pollution. Well, and nuclear annihilation... Read More...
Three Poems
by Mark Irwin
Grocery
The fresh beef hearts are stacked in a refrigerated end cap.
How separate each one is—pinkish grey—wrapped in... Read More...
One Poem
by Jesse Breite
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Helm
1940-2012
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Letter to America
by Lauret Savoy
Guest Editorial
Dear America,
An old and perhaps unanswerable question has troubled me since my childhood. Now it won’t let me... Read More...
What’s in a Name
by Lauret Savoy
Give me a story, and I’ll give you one in return.
Anyone passing our yard might think the solitary child played with an imaginary friend. She... Read More...
Gifted: An Excerpt
by John Daniel
Introduction from the Author: Henry Fielder, the 15-year-old son of a western Oregon millworker, lost his mother three months ago. His father ... Read More...
One Poem
by T. Clear
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Abscission
1.
Where are ... Read More...
Letter to America
by Suzanne Frischkorn
Dear America
It’s time to teach my daughter how to shoot an arrow
How to use a knife
How to hit the center of a target
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Letter to America
by Kevin Miller
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after Alison Hawthor... Read More...
Letter to America
by José Angel Araguz
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American Studies
Novem... Read More...
Interiors: A Video
by Michael Hess
On the Trail: A Video Series"Interiors" is the eighth of 12 videos in this series. Interiors 2-Interiors-H.264 for iPod video and iPhone 64... Read More...
A Country Called Childhood
by Jay Griffiths
Exploring the Meaning of Kith Stumbling on a bird’s nest as a child, I was breathtaken. I gasped at the tenderness of it, the downy feather... Read More...
