Garbage Boy
John was unbelievable with a trash bag. He threw the lighter ones from his hip, like an uppercut. The heavier bags were more like a hammer throw. You could tell he was accustomed to using, and needing to use, all the muscle he had left.
A Poet in the Rust Belt – An Interview with Mary Quade
"As a writer in the rust belt, I’m quite aware that being a writer is a strange and privileged way to spend time."
Uncovering America’s First Oil Landscape
In Pennsylvania’s Oil Creek Valley, the messy legacy of the country’s first petroleum boom.
These Trespasses
"All over McKean County, we claimed the unwanted spaces that adults had left behind."
Loiterers
A requiem for the small-town "hang-arounds."