The annual Home Voices Festival brings together alumni and current students of the Creative Writing and Environment program at Iowa State University. The Festival celebrates the
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—for Gray St. Germain Gideon, 1984-2014 It’s these ancestral mountains, massive as grief, that dominate, sharp, angular, .............fragments .........................jutting out like fingers or hands. Split, shattered,
The summer of my first kiss, I played French horn in a rodeo band. The annual Plainview rodeo was a big deal in our Texas Panhandle
So white. Dirty-edged though, like snow charcoaled with car exhaust Pale creamy, smooth as baby’s skin as my skin was once when azaleas bloomed under Spanish
Tom uses the crowbar he stole out of Arnold’s truck to break into the lion house. On the threshold, in the confluence of the warm gamy
Let’s hear it for the bear. Not some mythical beast, but Ursus arctos horribilis. Americans love the grizzly bear to death and are terrified of it;
I met Rachel and Sheri behind a gentrified shopping center in Baltimore, Maryland. Sheri shared stories about her journey to poverty and homelessness. I stood,
The steel shell of the factory kept out the rain, but little else. The wind came off the water, flowed across the dock and through the
Henry and his grandfather, Almer, had started out before dawn, parked at the end of a dirt service road on the Blue Ridge Parkway, and hiked
The Flyway staff is thrilled to announce the winners of the 2018 Sweet Corn Contest in each category: Fiction: "Rodeo Kisses" by Pamela Akins Poetry: "Watching
