Spring Issue 2015
Spring 2015 Issue
Wiley Cash

Interview with Bestselling Novelist Wiley Cash

Wendell Berry

A new essay from Wendell Berry

2014 Plattner Awards Photo

2014 Denny C. Plattner Award winners announced


Interview with bestselling author Barbara Kingsolver​


Roaming through Cornwall, we saw the sign of Tintagel and followed a narrow road to the cliff-hung village. The castle ruin, a long walk down, was fornent the treacherous promontory above the relentless, pulsing sea.


The field. Light. Morning. Then, my father, uncle. Apples, everywhere. In boxes, in palms, in teeth. Apples, everywhere. The black mare. Wild. The black mare that dawned from the mountain. Wild. The rough sketches of my earliest memory. My father places me on the back of the beast & we…


I was walking to a friend’s house one evening along one of the few roads that jam here every Friday as people leave town, when a woman leaning out of a pickup truck stopped at the light and saw me and hollered, Where’s the closest bar or hotel? I turned…

Speaking of Lineage

Don’t mention the rest of us punched silent rivets in his cell walls, us proteins that rebar his brickface, that buttress his architecture now warm, now capable, now built of the junkyard dead. —Jaswinder Bolina It’s hard to wake in the morning to poverty and despair and not want to…

What Work Is

So up and down I sow them For lads like me to find, When I shall lie below them, A dead man out of mind. —A.E. Housman, A Shropshire Lad, LXIII Randy’s father rattled the classified section and held the paper an arm’s length from his face, squinting as he…

Floods and Fires

Families will not be broken. Curse and expel them, send their children wandering, drown them in floods and fires, and old women will make songs of all these sorrows and sit on the porch and sing them on mild evenings. —Marilynne Robinson, Housekeeping Hap Enders watched as Sheriff Huntley, who…

Jean Ritchie (1922-2015)

I first met Jean Ritchie about seventy years ago at Brasstown, North Carolina, where I grew up and where her sisters Mae and Edna were at the John C. Campbell Folk School. Just a few years later, as a foreign-lander-soldier, I found a copy of Singing Family of the Cumberlands…