Volume One Contributors

writers, photographers, artists

Max Garland


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Max Garland

Eau Claire resident and former Poet Laureate of Wisconsin Max Garland responds to the COVID-19 pandemic in verse ...


Max Garland

Say there came a pandemic; some newsdrunk virus // set its hooks in us. And only the sky for a nurse, // arced and empty and barely even blue ...

Green Day

Max Garland

The string bean white kid // head-bangs to Green Day // in the cab of the tractor ...

If a Man Had a Boat

Max Garland

My father believed if a man had a boat, / given the length of the river, and the brevity / of life, and given the milk route he rose / to run each morning with the moon ...

Sciurus Carolinesis

Max Garland

It’s hopeless how she loves this life. // The gray squirrel digs a small moon’s // worth of craters in the yard. // Some she fills, some leaves open ...


Max Garland

I believe in the haloed snow in the streetlight // the weight of the dark lets down, // and the republic of the child’s tongue // where the stars blink and die ...

Child Christmas

Max Garland

I wanted god in a manger. \ This was Christmas in Kentucky--1960?61? \ There were flurries in the forecast ...


Max Garland

Many nights it held us aloft. / We knew each other’s weight as surely / as we knew each other’s lightness ...


Max Garland

312A has a broken arm though sometimes / it’s her leg. Bed 312B has lost her Kleenex / and given name. The loss leaks out ...

The Best Things in Life Are the Most Expensive

Max Garland

Grass for instance which shines with the wet light of morning / and lines the bottoms of small baskets and valleys costing / all the way from the center of the sun, photons ...

You Have to Listen to See

music can set a unique tone in the heart of development

Max Garland

As you read this, somewhere in town a woman is tuning a guitar, hoping to coax another gig from a set of strings. A couple are practicing harmonies they hope to hit later tonight for an audience they hope will exist. High school kids are hammering chords in a basement, wrangling a little order from chaos ...


Max Garland

The sky is so muscular it’s nobody’s business
 / where the sun went or why. Who wants to know?
 / A ripped, gray marbled, low-riding bruiser of a sky. / 
It’s in no mood. Your best bet is to stand

Wisconsin Road Trip: The State of the Arts

after 10,000 miles on the road, Wisconsin’s literary ambassador reflects on what the arts can do for our economy here in the Chippewa Valley

Max Garland, illustrated by Luke Benson

A year ago I was doing what any sane adult does on a sub-zero night in Eau Claire: sharing a plate of fried cheese curds, and ordering a second round at Houligan’s. When my cell phone went into spasms for the fourth time, I stepped over ...