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Skating with Lori Jakiela
Jakiela is a master of an essay form that is distinctly her own, a kind of integrated collage style that brings together her background as a journalist and the author of collections of poetry, weaving together quotes, facts, musings, digressions, and stories.
Skating with Lori Jakiela
Jakiela is a master of an essay form that is distinctly her own, a kind of integrated collage style that brings together her background as a journalist and the author of collections of poetry, weaving together quotes, facts, musings, digressions, and stories.
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Of the Wolf
I stayed in Ireland for two weeks, a visitor, a tourist. Everywhere Sinead and I would go, we’d play a game Sinead invented called “Spot the American.”
Of the Wolf
I stayed in Ireland for two weeks, a visitor, a tourist. Everywhere Sinead and I would go, we’d play a game Sinead invented called “Spot the American.”
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A poem by A.J. Frantz.
Woman Singing in the Post Office
A poem by Cathy Barber.
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"Collegiate Gothic" Skewers Academia (and Ohio) in Fine Form
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From a Five-and-Dime
A poem by William R. Stoddart.
Church of the Insane Clown Posse
The Juggalo identity and the internet emerged in tandem as secularism gave way to pop cultural spirituality.
The Tao of Iggy
Unexpected guidance came in the form of a job with yet another Detroit legend, James Osterberg, who if you know anything about rock music, you recognize as Iggy Pop.
A Poem by grace (ge) gilbert
A poem by Grace Gilbert.
Terranexus in the Rust Belt
If we are going to care about the environment and preserve natural spaces in the so-called “rust belt,” then we must love rust. We must practice terranexus and accept and even love the chaotic intersection of civilized and natural worlds.
When There’s Trouble Around
It’s been nine exhausting years of the Trump era, and we’re due for four more. I maintain that the United States has always been fascist, but it’s now turned a corner and the veneer of democracy is gone. This time around, it’s more ominous.
tanka(s) written on gas station recipes
A poem by Zoe Grace Marquedant.

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