Howls about realism
byDon’t be led away by those howls about realism. Remember—pine woods are just as real as pigsties and a darn sight pleasanter to be…
First Baby
by Karissa Knox SorrellThe hospital felt like a tomb just after midnight, your body at home in my womb for the final time. In the bathroom, I…
Ceasing to love
by the daily asteriskHow does one hate a country, or love one? … I know people, I know towns, farms, hills and rivers and rocks, I know…
Between States
by Marjorie MaddoxTwenty miles into Ohio, sky shifts downward, opens wide to hide hills, pries the “hi” from the sides of its name. There a man…
What gives it power
by the daily asteriskBorders mark the contours of nations, states, even cities, defining them by separating them from all others. A border can be natural—an ocean, a…
“A border always conveys meaning.”
by Kirstin Vander Giessen-ReitsmaBorders mark the contours of nations, states, even cities, defining them by separating them from all others. A border can be natural—an ocean, a…
The stories we don’t tell
by Kirstin Vander Giessen-Reitsma“Don’t buy a house in Second Ward.” Maybe I shouldn’t have been surprised when a pastor who was new to our community told me…
Questions with no answers
by the daily asteriskIndeed, the only truly serious questions are ones that even a child can formulate. Only the most naive of questions are truly serious. They…