The Day Marvin Gaye Died

The Day Marvin Gaye Died

Every generation has its historical moments Of collective grief and disbelief Moments we forever remember Exactly where we were when . . . The deaths of Kennedy, King, Clemente The space shuttle Challenger explosion When the planes hit the towers on 9/11 Some of these...
Untitled

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It’s spring! DerFrühling! Printemps! Ring bells! Play the sackbut and shawm! Excel. Rise and shine. Do something so fine It will please and astonish your mom.   Garrison Keillor is an author, humorist, host of A Prairie Home Companion radio show, and the...
My Name Is Hmoob: Call Me Freedom

My Name Is Hmoob: Call Me Freedom

My name is not “Exotic . . .” My name is Freedom My people are worth more than eye candy and shallow praise, My people have no home, no country We are from stolen territory We are now sojourners in foreign lands But we will not fit in the palm of a hand To be...
City Trees, Coffee Shop,  Spring

City Trees, Coffee Shop, Spring

Some days trees are all I see. Today they’re getting fringed in leaves at the crown. Underneath there’s a huge ball of root that nobody sees except my son as a five-year-old who drew one exactly as a botanist might, side view, x-ray vision. Nobody talks about trees...
Bald-headed Men and Sundays

Bald-headed Men and Sundays

Comments on Saint Paul by my kids at nine and ten years old My boys viewed their mid-1980s births in the old Midway Hospital on University between Porky’s and Ax-Man as an embarrassment, a slight their Saint Paul mom had designed to punish them by withholding the...
Tornado

Tornado

Just beyond the hem of the lake’s blue skirt the sky turned suddenly jaundiced, a weighted stillness, not quite your own, descended, and even the black pine and birch hovered motionless in a calm that bore no calm at all. And for what must have been the briefest of...