The Spirit of Sam Jones
"Among the giants on Saginaw Street in downtown Flint [Michigan] stands my Uncle Melton. Chances are you won’t see him. But I can assure you, he’s there."
"Among the giants on Saginaw Street in downtown Flint [Michigan] stands my Uncle Melton. Chances are you won’t see him. But I can assure you, he’s there."
"With a teardrop punctuating the final line of the emotional missive, A.S.A. Barnes painted a vivid picture in dark, irate hues, depicting my disregard for human life."
The president of Kenyon College on life as a black man in a majority white county.
Fly-fishing for steelhead in the Cuyahoga—with a touch of tarot.
On Toni Morrison, Black womanhood, and the Minnesota landscape.
By Jennifer Niesslein The light is getting progressively stranger the closer we come to peak eclipse. It’s August, 2017, and [...]
By Erin Osmon When we buried my mother in a sylvan plot on the north side of Evansville, Indiana, she [...]
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.
By Brianne Jaquette From Main-Travelled Roads, by Hamlin Garland, an inaugural title in Belt Publishing’s new Belt Revivals imprint, reprinting [...]
Abraham Lincoln was a man of many talents, but interior design was not one of them. At his home in Springfield, Illinois, his bed is covered in a quilt with alternating red stripes and blue squares. The rug on the floor has stripes of red, green, and blue running in the opposite direction.
By Bert Stratton I didn’t used to like to cut my grass. I made my children do it, but then they [...]
By Scott Atkinson Photograph by Erin Emory This is why I teach. I’m perhaps halfway through my digital stack of [...]