They emerge from the fog like monks cowled in floppy hats, eyes downcast, walking slowly as though in meditation. Each carries in the crook of…
She’d been thinking about it since Friday night, but now it was Monday, a school day, and she had to keep it out of her…
When choosing fiction or poetry to review here, my first requirement is that the writing be from or about the Great Lakes region. In choosing…
As I was driving to New York City in late October, 2021, I took an exit for Lake Erie outside Erie, Pennsylvania. I drove along…
When choosing fiction or poetry to review here, my first requirement is that the writing be from or about the Great Lakes region. In choosing…
Even from 35,000 feet, I can spot it, the sandy sweep of Lake Michigan’s eastern shore, then a little dimple carved into the giant expanse…