At the Watertower
A poem by Jenna Goldsmith.
Sometimes it S n o w s in A p r i l
"The snow f e l l like a miffed god took bites of cumulus clouds—spat them down / from heaven, o n t o my Midwest."
On Hope, History, and Storytelling in Flint
Kelsey Ronan’s 'Chevy in the Hole' reimagines the city some of us never knew.
Faith in Movement
Andy Warhol, the Rust Belt, and me.
Except for the Cancer I’m Fine
"Is disease something we’re born with and prone to, or the result of a life lived in a place that can make anyone sick?”
meditations in the decline of western civilization
"this is how i ground myself. / i follow the writing on the wall."
Return (For Chicago)
"This city isn’t built on bullets / alone."
These Trespasses
"All over McKean County, we claimed the unwanted spaces that adults had left behind."
In Detroit
"In Detroit we are always planting trees."
Fragmentos de Niña Codiciosa
"Does land have a memory?"
2020 Vision: Cincinnati’s West End
More than twenty-five thousand people lost their homes so a highway could be built in my neighborhood.
Loiterers
A requiem for the small-town "hang-arounds."