There’s Something I’ve Got to Tell You
There’s Something I’ve Got to Tell You by Patrick J. Murphy Wednesday started out badly. Just before waking, James Elliot had dreamt that his aunt R...
Category: Ascent
Chameleons
Chameleons by John Philip Drury 1.They can’t match backgrounds, really, but we needthe metaphor. Mom bought one at the circuswhen I was eight years old. She kep...
Bridge an Over Unnamed Creek
Bridge Over an Unnamed Creek by J. Todd Gillette The creek was not marked by a sign or named on FSA or BLM or FWP maps or topographic surveys, nor did it suppor...
Empty Chairs
Empty Chairs A photo project by W. Scott Olsen We are a gregarious, curious species. What is that? we ask. Who are you? Tell me...
The Backstories
The Backstories for “Refusing Silence” by Catherine Mauk My discovery of Hannah’s tapestries in Oslo—quite through happenstance—triggered my curiosi...
Three Poems ~ Jesse Lee Kercheval
1963 I was in the chair at the dentistwhen the news came on the radio—the president was dead. The technician screamed, pulledthe dental pick up through my gum. ...
Pitman Creek ~ Jeff Muse
The popular view of Appalachia is a land where every man is willing, at the drop of a proverbial overall strap, to shoot, fight, or fuck anything on hind legs. ...
Madison, August 1 ~ Robin Chapman
Dear Ones—I was eating oatmeal in the garden that was shining in praise of last night’s quarter inch of rain, every leaf and petal lifted glistening, a...
Hiding ~ Sandell Morse
The year is 1940. Germaine Russo, twenty-one years old, walks along a street in Brive, a town four hundred and eighty-two kilometers south of Paris. War ...