Not far from where I live heavy machinery has scraped the earth down to a…
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BY CHRISTINE SCHRUM Nebraskan Ted Kooser When I attended a reading by U.S. Poet Laureate…
The weather has been on my mind: the variety of storms, the color of a…
Watercolor writing is a long, drawn-out brushstroke inspired by sunset. This early November evening the…
Soul of Rejoicing Today, amidst the hot, dry days of summer, a cool northern sky…
I admit it, I love creativity and make an effort to allow myself moments toobserve…
Anyone who thinks poetry is a dead art should attend one of Freddy’s readings. (Photo…
BY FREDDY NIAGARA FONSECA We have all nursed illusions: give us the right ones! And…
BY GARY J. WHITEHEAD It’s impossible, isn’t it, to wakewhen it’s still dark and walk…
BY MEG HILL FITZ-RANDOLPH As one who reads poetry with about as much zeal as…
BY PAUL BROOKE In memory of Dale Wellman (Minden, Iowa) The fluorescent burn of fireflies,a…
BY DIANE FRANK You walk to the abandoned farmhouseknee deep in the stalksof last summer’s…
BY RUSTIN LARSON New Year’s Eve, curled in the swivelling chairin my parent’s TV room,…
BY PATRICIA DRAZNIN Based on the novel by Dennis Lehane (Mystic River), Gone Baby Gone…
BY NEIL FAUERSO Before No Country for Old Men, I had almost lost faith in…