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Readers Write

Teeth

Losing them, fixing them, forgetting to put them in

By Our Readers July 2022
Photography

A Thousand Words

A Thousand Words features photography so rich with narrative that it tells a story all on its own.

Photograph By Ingrid Lockhart May 2022
Readers Write

Trash

Collecting bottles, tossing leftovers, taking out the garbage

By Our Readers December 2021
The Dog-Eared Page

Soybeans

Soybeans look like a foot of water on the field in April / When you’re ready to plant and can’t get in

By Thomas Alan Orr November 2021
The Sun Interview

Displaced

Graham Pruss On Why More People Are Living In Cars And RVs

To insist that people who have a mobile shelter are “homeless” not only denies that their shelter can be a home; it also has the potential to deny their humanity, because it insists that they are incapable of making a home.

By Thacher Schmid September 2021
The Dog-Eared Page

from The Grapes Of Wrath

What happened to the folks in that car? Did they walk? Where are they? Where does the courage come from? Where does the terrible faith come from?

By John Steinbeck September 2021
Poetry

Lucky Pick

At the library / you can ask for a “lucky pick,” / meaning the librarian will choose / a novel for you based on what you tell her, / like blind dating or a toy / buried deep in the bottom of a box / of cereal, because there are still things / in life that might surprise us.

By Karen Whalley April 2021
Essays, Memoirs, & True Stories

The Union Waltz

After work we would be headed to Smitty’s Bar, where the twangy music would kick up, and I’d try to find the courage to dance in public.

By Doug Crandell February 2021
The Dog-Eared Page

At The Arraignment

Which of us has never broken a law? / I died for you — a desperate extravagance, even for me. / If you can’t be merciful, at least be bold.

By Debra Spencer February 2021
Essays, Memoirs, & True Stories

Bayou Boy

“Richest dirt in the world,” my dad is fond of saying. As I crumble the clammy soil in my hand, I think, If it’s so rich, why are we so poor?

By Keith Lasseigne August 2020