Glass Womb By Rebecca Frost

Glass Womb By Rebecca Frost

Glass Womb By Rebecca Frost In the crystal hothouse to escape the cold I am here, at last. Wrapped myself in gray wool, blue parka, scarf, mittens, galoshes. Tissue in my pocket. Slipped just once on slick black ice on the way over. Now I undress. Unwind my neck,...
Alzheimer’s Lament By Georgia Greeley

Alzheimer’s Lament By Georgia Greeley

Alzheimer’s Lament By Georgia Greeley Right this moment, in this place,Mother doesn’t know me, her daughter;yet she is still glad to see me and talks gaily.She is happy and cared for. Right this moment, in this place,Mother speaks, tells me of the daughterwho...
William Taylor, First Fiddler of Minnesota By John Heine

William Taylor, First Fiddler of Minnesota By John Heine

William Taylor, First Fiddler of Minnesota By John Heine Who led a band in the Minnesota Territory known as “the favorite of the dancing public”? A Saint Paul resident, barber, and Black man by the name of William Taylor. A fiddler and a barber? Of course!Barbering...
Listening By Tim Nolan

Listening By Tim Nolan

Listening By Tim Nolan I learned about listeningfrom my grandmother Ruth who allowed great silencesto live and breathe in a conversation. Shethen would say the most apt thing, having thoughtabout what she would say. And then she would returnto quiet. She knew the give...
My Time as an Irvine Park Resident By Patricia Kester

My Time as an Irvine Park Resident By Patricia Kester

My Time as an Irvine Park Resident By Patricia Kester My family once lived in Irvine Park, a community that was developed in the mid-nineteenth century by some of Saint Paul’s most influential families. It was an era of horse-drawn carriages, magnificent houses, and...