photographs and text by Brian Willson We write to communicate. As we have for thousands of years, we draw symbols to name things, to imitate speech, to tell of events. To tell stories. We write to describe, to suggest the sounds of the words that describe, poetically. We keep journals. We theorize. We profess love […]

text and haiku by Kristen Lindquist I ran into someone yesterday who said that they don’t mind how cold it gets here as long as the sun is shining: 35 degrees with icy drizzle is unbearably miserable compared to 25 degrees and sunny. Today, with the sun shining, I left my hat in the car so […]

I heard an Anne Porter poem, “Winter Twilight,” read by Garrison Keillor on “The Writer’s Almanac” several days ago, and I can’t get it out of my head. I think it resonates so strongly because it’s very close to my own sensibility and aesthetic; without at all meaning to sound full of myself, I feel like […]