An Offering (Of)r(End)a(s)
What is this? Another poem. Another poem is just as well, A deep well, Of well, Then ... what? Memory comes next. I’m asked to gaze At my hands. When I look at my hands, Usually, I stare at my nails. But not today, Because the question is who Not what. Nails pounded into a coffin. Her coffin lowered into a grave, Dug. Not For her Not A well. Dug deep, still No water, still, The years gathered, Drawn up, Like water. And there's more, Space. For keeping. For resting. Above wate
My Writing Year: The end of the beginning (my writing business)
Friday evening, just before sunset, I stood in the ditch along our country road. I was live streaming the Rosh Hashanah service, a necessary adaptation to my observance of the ritual because of the ten-month-old puppy tugging us through the grass. I did my best to process and understand the Hebrew prayers and songs as they flowed past, captivated more by the music spreading into the multicolored horizon. I smiled, inviting in a moment when I embodied the music and the mindset
Beloit College Magazine: Summer 2026
The newest issue of the Beloit College Magazine is live and in mailboxes! For this issue I unearthed a campus treasure, learned all about salmon fishing in Alaska, and had the opportunity to polish alumni voices before they were heard for the last time. Lateral Lines Luke Schwantes ’99 has always gravitated toward water. After graduating, he planned on commercial fishing in Alaska as a way to pay off his student loans and fund traveling the world. His uncles and brother had a
