How does public art limit (or extend) what we can know about the past, present, or future? How can art support us in telling a new story, a shared story about who we are?
A poem by Caleb Gill.
There’s a neologism that I’d propose for the often-radical international activism that comes from non-coastal college towns that are too often easily ignored – midwestern cosmopolitanism.
Notes on living and moving as an out queer person in the Rust Belt.
Eleven pieces our readers kept coming back to.
Commentary: A goodbye letter to the city.
Scenes from a moment of reckoning.
On Audre Lorde and Minnesota Nice.
Survivor Chic Canfora reflects on life then and now.
Thousands gathered in Chicago's Daley Plaza to protest migrant imprisonment and planned ICE raids in major U.S. cities.
"Yes, I have been here before / On the threshold of justice’s door / Half a century ago / In Selma, Oxford, / And Birmingham." [From "The St. Louis Anthology"]
“It touched everybody all over the country who lived in public housing.” [From "The St. Louis Anthology"]