ALL CREATIVE NONFICTION, FLASH FICTION & POEMS

the tips of trees on Ashland burst a soft green of new life. a man a few paces ahead tosses a cigarette pack to the grass. i pick it up...

Outside a renovated building in Lowertown Saint Paul, two yellow-bellied sapsuckers lay lifeless on the ground. They were perfect in...

I LIVE in the West End of Saint Paul. According to our neighborhood Facebook page, “West Seventh Is Where the Cool Kids Hang Out,” so...

I AM WALKING THE DOG. Afternoon. Summer. School is out for the year. The neighborhood is more alive with people out, doing things, making...

(For the monarch butterfiles in our lives) Tell me, mariposa That what our people say about you is real Tell me, mariposa That you are...

Midsummer calls Says stroll to the park And bring along that Bag of art Drawn by the sounds Beat of the drum Boom of the bass Singer step...

DURING THE SIXTEEN YEARS I lived in Saint Paul, I grew to love the lone tamarack that lived in the backyard of my little bungalow, far...

Tonight is a falling seed caught in the yoke of its own tree There is no wind, no moonlight, and no neighbors arguing There is not even a...

Leaving Saint Paul Early hours wihinape sni Two Dakota winyan and a child Traveling across long dark prairie roads Warmth inside while...

Beetles spill across the linoleum, plentiful as the pills I pour over the table every Sunday morning to count and distribute to their...

about the man with the pear tree who lost his wife after fifty-six years of marriage and how he had that old gnarled tree in his...

ON FRIDAY JULY 3, I WENT FOR A NIGHT BIKE RIDE through the city. I’ve been wanting to do this for a year, ever since I saw some guys...