Everyday Experiences
The linocuts featured here draw inspiration from indulgent holiday party spreads, seasonal rituals, and visits to regional tourist meccas. Each print...
Straight Up
We’ll never sit down and talk. Chances are that the trajectory of our lives will push our paths further apart, not cause them to intersect. You will never...
Thoughts About Memoirs
Critic Lorrie Moore recently explored the role of the memoir in today's publishing world, asking some old, potent questions...The piece produced some strong reactions among our...
Nature Nurture
On the red brick walkway outside our front door, I look up and see that the mist, so ethereal an hour ago, is rapidly vanishing. The sun, a bright white...
IMATAYM
...we just talk directly at the thing– like your
body is a temple, but it’s squishy & I love
to put my face in it. The man who
invented...
The North Side
When I was fifteen, my father re-enlisted in a war I didn’t know he had been fighting. He wanted to move back to the north side, he said. Back to the...
Smackdown
Klatt, if I may fabricate events, won the 2010 Iowa Poetry Prize by terrorizing the rural Midwest with his army of flying squids. More truthfully, he did this...
Sketches
Drawings become quiet tributes to the calculated work required in the cultivation of land, the plodding of the deepest shadow as it creeps across a...
The Love-Hate Theses in 10 Parts
Nurse lifts up a band at the baby’s ankle and turns it over for identification. “A little girl,” Nurse says, as if she hadn’t just seen the...
Fragments/Figments
the chartreuse breath of moths. poppy seeds brushed by shadow.
at night the heart gathers fragments—the heart never sleeps....