by Dion Kempthorne | Sep 8, 2012 | Magazine Article
Let your dog runsee where it goes what it turns upwhat it brings back a hollow yellow balla blue baby shoe a rabbit-skin glovethe thumb torn off a shimmering star-ling fluttering in its moutha broken wing its eyes spark-ling beads of ebony its burnished beaklocked...
by Sharon Foley | Sep 8, 2012 | Magazine Article
Thirty scarves I finished for whom I’m not sure nights awake knit knit pearl. I wrapped them around my neck gave each one a name used the wool of rare alpaca llamas drove one hundred miles for more to a farm woven into dense hills. On the way I stopped for an old...
by Amelia Cook | Sep 8, 2012 | Magazine Article
“I go back to the hospital and there’s an orange on the bedside table. A big one, and pink. He’s smiling: ‘I got a gift. Take it.’” —From the book Voices from Chernobyl, as retold on the radio show This American Life After Chernobyl, she sat beside her new husband,...
by CX Dillhunt | Sep 8, 2012 | Magazine Article
1. Saturday’s haiku is stalled in the 7-Eleven® parking lot 2. all night long waiting for Sunday’s rising over the un-burnt prairie 3. as this haiku forgets it’s Monday goes on counting without me gets (ready for bed early). 4. This one tries not to have a name wants...
by Geoff Collins | Sep 8, 2012 | Magazine Article
His house is lying down. He is out in the yard watching it happen. The driveway at dusk is a warm blanket wrapping itself around him. The sidewalks are long strips of gauze dipped in cohosh, snakeroot and flour. Please press that against your skin. Voices come in from...
by Debra Brehmer | Sep 8, 2012 | Magazine Article
As a rule, art generally doesn’t gain value, audience, or meaning on its own. It takes someone to believe in it, to understand why it resonates, and to make a commitment to standing behind it. This can be an enormous task, especially when dealing with a body of work...
