The first-time novelist, a Webster University alum, explores why people are the way they are through an unexpectedly realistic story of running away to join the circus.
Read MoreIn her new novel "Hard Mouth," this former St. Louisan explores the impulse for escape that hits when life takes an unexpected turn for the worse.
Read MoreAttracting writers and visual artists from around the world for residencies, the Anderson Center proves cosmopolitan in scope but very anchored in its rural Minnesota environs.
Read MoreThe poet, essayist and music critic has a style of storytelling that is unique across genre and form. He shares his artistic journey from early criticism to a fruitful melding of his music roots and writing, with his hometown as a steady backbeat.
Read MoreWearing thin circle-rimmed glasses, dark-brown curls pulled back into a ponytail and all smiles, a young Eve Ewing walked into a Chicago auditorium with her mother alongside her.
Read MoreA professor of many years, C. D. Albin is a native of West Plains, Missouri, and the recipient of the 2017 Missouri Author Award in Fiction.
Read MoreEntrepreneur and wordsmith Chaun Webster grew up in North Minneapolis and still lives within one mile from his childhood home.
Read MoreA craft brewery comes to life in the small town of Ava, Illinois.
Read More“It’s not that poetry is dead. It’s that a kind of poetry is dead."
Read More"On an ancient doorway’s thresholdI pause, not contained or released ... "
Read More"Say you know me, and say it again."
Read More"I found some the most honest parts of myself that otherwise I never would have found."
Read MoreOur interview with author Megan Stielstra about writing, creativity and her brand-new essay collection.
Read More"You should never trust a poem that ends with aquestion ..."
Read MoreYou don’t say. Then there’s a man takinganother man inside himself ...
Read MoreWatch to be sated. The brain nestsa splintered thought that seedsits own creation ...
Read MoreI have inherited these feetfrom the trust fund of feara garage full of rusting knickknacksstored in a body shop of intent ...
Read MoreWhen Genevieve was only six her fatherdied one evening. An electric storm cloudswallowed her lunchbox ...
Read More"My mother is indigenous to nowhere. My lips curl in bloodat the rising of the father. Black is not a primary color."
Read More"The man—the salesman—at the mattress store was beautiful. And very loved. But he loved only mattresses, their beautiful contusions, their floral sighs as bodies broke them in on winter nights ..."
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