by Fiona McCrae   December 18, 2001Jim Moore is a much loved Minnesota poet whose work ranges from the domestic — his sick mother, his wife — to the public stage of world events. Moore was invited to write a poem for the crowds at the State Capitol after the September 11th attack. Commenting on his public/private role, Jim said,

by Philip Blackburn   December 4, 2001 My mother listens to the radio, watches her TV soaps, and reads the newspaper simultaneously. She has learned to navigate her way through a chaotic world competing for her attention. She finds comfort in distraction and composes her world, her house and her ambience accordingly. So does Erik Belgum, proponent of ambient fiction. Your attention can wander in and out…

by Ann Klefstad   November 19, 2001 Duluth is a small city, built on the extraction economies of a century ago, still a beautiful and feral place. It has a rich and strange history, but it’s never been a completely human one. Its old masonry factories, robber-baron mansions, and small frame houses cluster on a rocky shore of Lake Superior. The city is riven by a dozen wild streams and creeks, all fringed…