Photo by Flickr Creative Commons user Dan Deakin
August 21st, 2014 | 6:00am

Were taking a two-week August break from publishing new content. Please enjoy these hand-picked selections from our print and digital archives. Original writing, audio, and visual features will resume on September 1. Happy August!

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Photo by Flickr Creative Commons user Dan Deakin

                 I got rambling, got rambling on my mind

     

The jagged, red confetti

Of glass from my father’s head

After he’d crashed the Rambler

Station wagon coming back

Drunk one night from a party, [Click here to read more]

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August 20th, 2014 | 6:00am

Were taking a two-week August break from publishing new content. Please enjoy these hand-picked selections from our print and digital archives. Original writing, audio, and visual features will resume on September 1. Happy August!

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Photo by Flickr Creative Commons user KRoark

The first pest to make itself known in the orchard was the stinkbug, malevolent and focused. It worked at the sap in the fruit, sucking the water from the flesh, leaving behind gnarls and distortions—catfacing, Mona heard it called, though the injured peaches she plucked from her 
trees’ branches looked nothing like a cat’s face, but more a woman’s, withered by sun. . . . [Click here to read more]

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August 19th, 2014 | 6:00am

Were taking a two-week August break from publishing new content. Please enjoy these hand-picked selections from our print and digital archives. Original writing, audio, and visual features will resume on September 1. Happy August!

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In summer’s heat we flung our worn-out sneaks

On wires between the rosined telephone poles.

In winter, when those wires were fringed with snow,

Retired shoes were urban weather vanes

That pulled this way and that on brutal winds. . . . [Click here to read more]

August 18th, 2014 | 6:00am

Were taking a two-week August break from publishing new content. Please enjoy these hand-picked selections from our print and digital archives. Original writing, audio, and visual features will resume on September 1. Happy August!

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Pools

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Washington, D.C., summers have been hot since forever, so a place to swim is a necessity, not a luxury. In the 1950s and 1960s, no one had air conditioning at home, and the Potomac River was so polluted that a tetanus shot was advised if you fell in. We lived in Southeast when I was little, and my parents would drive across town to Georgetown, the rich part of the city, to the public pool. . . . [Click here to read more]

"An ArtPrize entry in the Grand River, 2013," by Oindrila Mukherjee
August 14th, 2014 | 6:00am

"An ArtPrize entry in the Grand River, 2013," by Oindrila Mukherjee

Your name: Caitlin Horrocks

Current city or town: Grand Rapids, Michigan

How long have you lived here? Almost seven years

Three words to describe the climate: “lake effect snow”

Best time of year to visit? June or October