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To Archibald Thorburn Kneeling in the Snow near Inverness In memoriam, A.T. (1860-1935)    Against the blue-shadowed snow these winter-white ptarmigan—six, ten, twelve of them now—nearly disappear as they settle down to shelter and to feed. Who cares how cold it is if you can see so closely their sleek long backs, blunt beaks, the lines of black and orange around ea...

Old Roads, New Stories: A Literary Series    pril was “National Poetry Month,” which was nice. I mean, I wish we didn’t need a special carve out—wish poets were read and remembered the whole year ’round—but I’m not complaining, not at all. I know that people prefer musicians. Take Salt Lake City, for instance: when April rolls into May, it means it’s time for the Ki...

  Nightshining: A Memoir in Four Floods By Jennifer Kabat Milkweed Editions | 2025 | 360 pages    rying to find my father I have been likewise outside myself,” writes Jennifer Kabat toward the end of Nightshining: A Memoir in Four Floods. Kabat’s latest book sees her travel far outside of time itself, as well. She begins as a daughter trying to better understan...

The Only Ones Left a found poem amid the testimonies of Ms. Viola “Mother” Fletcher, Mr. Hughes “Uncle Red” Van Ellis, and Ms. Lessie Evelyn Benningfield “Mother” Randle on the occasion of the Centennial of the Tulsa-Greenwood Race Massacre before the House Committee of the Judiciary, May 19, 2021    I have never seen justice. A hundred years ago, I was    ...

He puzzled over the old man’s odd behavior. Tossing the letters in the bin had, naturally enough, only served to pique his curiosity.      t Pearson International, passports in hand, Egg and his mother boarded a plane bound for the Bluegrass State. On American soil, they collected their rented Toyota and headed northwest out of Lexington. This route ushered the...