In the windowless breezeway of the barn, golden evening light was scattered over the aged wooden slats in bars and spots. What source? It took…
By the time the sap rose too early in the oaks and all the frogs in Tawas Bay began singing erratically, it was too late…
While reading, “Blue Between Owls: Blue Chore Coat and other collected poems” I fell into a serene space of life in the rural Midwest. I…
Susan Azar Porterfield grew up in Chicago and has spent her career teaching and writing in northern Illinois. Voice/Poems, published by Trio House Press in…
Narrative Map Project / Nonfiction
The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald, Perch Sandwiches, Baby Steps, and Other Memories of Growing Up on the Great Lakes
In western Lake Erie, on the south shore of Kelleys Island, a limestone rock covered with petroglyphs holds a few clues as to the first…