Watching A Thunderstorm From My Back Porch, My Daughter Turns To Me And Says / Matthew Merson
“In July, thunder swings wider and lightning with no rain means it’s time to dance.” Matthew Merson writes about summer’s air and rain.
To Skip a Stone / Monica Rico
“I swear it was hours, years, we floated, and I touched you like a fish in stillness.” Monica Rico writes about Lake Michigan.
Painting my View / Kaisa Holmstrom
Three watercolor and ink pieces from Kaisa Holmstrom, an artist based in Hancock, MI.
Self-Portrait as Unhearing Jay / Claire Beeli
“I slink like mist to this place, as those before me, to be alone.” Claire Beeli wishes to understand.