by Benjamin Percy My father shot the elk—a 16-point bull weighing more than 500 pounds—high in the Cascade Mountains. This was in November, when ice ringed the lakes, frost sparkled in the ditches, […]
A Man’s Life
by David Gessner My father died more than 15 years ago, but I hear his voice every day. I don’t mean that I hear its exact tone or timbre, of course. But I […]
Three Poems by Samuel Green Sam Green was living in the Seattle area in 1978 and struggling to find his writing voice when poet Carolyn Forché asked him to consider this: “If you […]
Visiting a friend, I see a framed letter on his wall—not an unusual thing, for there are several framed letters there; but this letter is handwritten, whereas the others are typed, some on renowned […]
My grandfather was the kind of man who could light up a room and make you feel like a million bucks. But in his otherwise gracious mind there was an inexplicable snarl. […]
by Tom Noyes I suspect one of the reasons I became a fiction writer was because I couldn’t sing. Of course, it’s not only singing. There are many things I can’t do. Even […]
