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When someone says they have created something new out of their past experiences, it can seem a little...fluffy. In his poem, Brick Tender, Larry Gavin…

Nature has it's own way of making us come to terms with one another. In her poem, Echo from Hug Point, Northfield poet Leslie Schultz gets a message…

This week on wordish, I get that sinking feeling that everything around me is sinking and I'm the last to know. This poem is called "Waiting".

A beautiful poem about the global warming? In his moving poem, Sestina: Song for the Apocalypse, D.E. Green takes on those responsible for the impending…

This week, in his poem "Boy with Honey Bee Hair," Minneapolis poet Barry Brent has a dream that becomes like a myth that becomes like a dream that...

To traverse a bog, one needs some background information. Puposky poet, Cate Belleveau fills us in.

This week I bring a poem about Maple seeds - whirlygigs, we used to call them - and two different kinds of destiny. Check it out and then throw caution to…

A princess, is a princess, is a princess...until she's not. In her poem "For Ilene Woods (born Jaqueline)", Ali O'Reilly details the long life of one…

There must be a reason that the words heart, and hearth, vary by only one letter. Little Falls, Mn. writer, Jonathan Wichmann explores

In her poem, Marble Stairs, Esko writer and KUMD volunteer Liz Minette, explores the history of the rut through it's effect. Listen here and then escape…