Poetry

Wonder Land

I grew up walking long, fallow fields. I only had my dog. Summers, we startled pheasants and garter snakes, once a muskrat, when I was…

Fiction

That time we drove to Paulding, Michigan, for the headlights

You painted your toenails in the back seat while I white-knuckled the steering wheel, first time driving on the interstate, MapQuest directions folded in my…

Essays / Nonfiction

Indiana Dunes, 1948

To the boy loving his mother and his little brother as himself To the boy warmed by the sun that rose over the dune To…

Narrative Map Project / Poetry

Ashtabula, Ohio: The Biker

This poem is part of the Great Lakes Review’s Narrative Map project. The bike wobbles as he turns his head to say hello to the girl…