Erik Bergholm is a poet, lost in the vast forests of northern Minnesota. He is a fan of anything involving outer space, heavily distorted guitars, and H.P. Lovecraft. His work has appeared in The Shot Glass Journal and Leaves of Ink. The Mirth of Stars Your Only Welcome The mirth of stars your only welcome […]Read more "The Mirth of Your Stars Your Only Welcome"
I dream that Chris Lollie and I sit in a lion’s den. It starts to rain. Chris Lollie and I don’t live too far away from one another, but we’ve never met. At some point in the video, the phone’s camera goes black and you hear Chris yelling for help in a hallway. I watch […]Read more "Poem with Lions"
Edith Chandler Kinder was born on a small farm in the woods of northern Minnesota in 1923. At the age of eighty-three, Edith, my grandmother-in-law, politely allowed me to interview her, slightly flummoxed as to why I should care. For over an hour, she answered my questions in her lilting, singing voice, often resting fingers […]Read more "Edith"