The Middle Season
It was a glorious Indian Summer day. Red and yellow leaves twirled down from maple trees along the street. I enjoyed their leisurely descent as I took my morning walk. I felt their lazy rhythm in my...
View ArticleThis October Sunday
This story begins in my mother’s third-grade classroom on a Thursday afternoon in October, 1963. I’m there waiting for her to finish the work she has to do after her pupils have gone—write lesson...
View ArticleRumpus Exclusive: “The Last Civilized House” by Lee Martin
Ancil He found the tracks in the snow one evening shortly after New Year’s, when he went out to the burn barrel with the trash. The temperature was fifteen, according to the old Prairie Farms...
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