A new poem by Melinda LePere.
The past, present, and future coexist simultaneously in Sharpsburg, and for the moment, one hasn’t pushed the other out.
A poem by Jeanette Beebe.
“I just want my people out here”: A growing number of initiatives in Detroit are working to redefine outdoor activities as acts of liberation.
The turnaround in Cincinnati can serve as an inspiration.
A poem by Margot Armbruster.
Low-quality air has things in it that will get inside you and kill you slowly.
A photo essay of young love on Detroit’s Belle Isle By Amy Sacka Early on in my relationship, I sent [...]
By Aaron Foley Reprinted with permission from Detroit's The Neighborhoods, where Aaron Foley has continued to chronicle the city's response to [...]
Part of what many people find so irritating—or dangerous, depending on how much you have at stake—about upwardly mobile young people moving to working-class city neighborhoods is the sense of frivolity, of flightiness, they carry with them.
By Randy Cunningham The following is an edited transcript of a talk given by Randy Cunningham, author of "Democratizing Cleveland: [...]
I live in Flint. I own a home in the city. However, I’m still often reluctant to call Flint my home. This isn’t because I’m not madly in love with this place, or incredibly proud to live in the city. It’s because of the way I talk. As soon as I open my mouth, most people realize I’m clearly not from here.