Big Red
Poetry
Big Red

Strong men like to tout they aren’t afraid of dying. But they haven’t seen you.  At 89 and maybe the same number of pounds you slide through the bottom of your wheelchair, sand in an hourglass. You clutch a wide eyed baby doll in your lap, an anchor keeping you …

April 21, 2017
Second Love Poem for Jill
Poetry
Second Love Poem for Jill

                                                            In Idaho Down at the boat launch, on the river that feeds             into Lake Pend Oreille, the slanted concrete slab still warmed us where we sat, and the mountains faded into the sky             as the train went by             to Coeur D’Alene. I stared into the clear …

April 20, 2017
Born at Sea
Poetry
Born at Sea

In the midst of an anxious crowd, a man picks up his son. The boy’s sweatshirt says “Happy Birthday to Me.” His mother wipes his cheek with the edge of her hijab. And they begin to walk. That morning they waded from a dingy in the midst of cries and …

April 19, 2017
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“Chew on This: Are You Sure?” to be held May 9 across the state

Hoosiers are invited to participate in a unique conversation model at restaurants across the state to discuss the nature of evidence and the ways we decide if it is reliable and valid. On May 9, Indiana Humanities will host simultaneous dinner conversations from 6:30-8 p.m. called “Chew on This: Are …

April 18, 2017
For the Lost Women in Prisons: A Texas Two-Step
Poetry
For the Lost Women in Prisons: A Texas Two-Step

She’s hay poured On a burning bed She’s an envelope With a love letter missing She’s 4 a.m.   She’s amen She’s chewing bone She’s the grease stain On your grease-stained apron She’s forget-me-nots Forgotten   She’s a salt lick She’s so hot They fried an egg in her head She’s a …

April 18, 2017
Dot Product: The Cross Between Particle Theory and Pointillism
Poetry
Dot Product: The Cross Between Particle Theory and Pointillism

Ø           Up close, everything is made up of elementary particles, tiny dots. They vibrate, shimmer, dance wildly.      Maybe because they’re agitated,      maybe they’re excited, it doesn’t matter.                     The countless tiny particles …

April 17, 2017
Hitler’s Taster at 96
Poetry
Hitler’s Taster at 96

Never meat a bland diet ahead of its time, really what Weight Watchers now calls Power Foods rice, noodles, peppers, peas, cauliflower Fuhrer kept Fuhrer healthy if and only if Margot kept Fuhrer alive Margot and the dozen or so others Jewish girls, put to their many uses surely cleaning …

April 16, 2017
The Ohio
Poetry
The Ohio

The master of this river chugs by in a johnboat. Jeans and jacket smeared with slime, he stinks of fish and gasoline, the stubble on his weathered face as rough as shoreline brush. He’ll never blink. The muck-brown eyes have seen it all— glassy high-rise, hobo shack, railroad baron, shackled …

April 15, 2017