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  • 0 read more Eclipsed

    Eclipsed

    by Anali Martin

    Baptism was an inevitable part of my walk of faith: to be deliberately contemplated, but ultimately sought after. It was the same way with Christianity and being Anabaptist. I was allowed and encouraged to question and think for myself (an Anabaptist founding belief), but there was this assumption that all my questions would lead back to God and the church. It wasn’t ever explicitly stated, and I never felt hemmed in or stifled by that fact, but in the end, the “right” answer was always going to be Jesus.

    Baptism was the next step in that questioning process, though it ...

  • 0 read more The Forest of Ambiguity

    The Forest of Ambiguity

    by Emie Peterson

    But I looked out the window. The sky was white but the glow from it dark. The trees were caught in between. Some bare and free of everything they carried through last season. Some, still hanging on, holding the weight of what is to pass. In a sense I felt like those trees. But there was more uncertainty in my own eyes. Not terrified or fearful, but uncertain and confused. Yes, I like the mess, and not knowing a kind of high. But movement is to be made and decisions forced upon me. I laugh to myself though. Because really ...

  • 0 read more For Things Left Behind

    For Things Left Behind

    by Kate Szambecki

    Dust billows behind the Saturn as my thumb traces the grooves on the gear shift. I glance away from the dirt road and lock eyes with Calla in the rearview mirror for a moment and then refocus ahead. I can’t help it every once in a while—Calla is back from college in New York City; her eyes are gray and wise, and she is the only person I’ve ever met that can pull off that short of a pixie cut. When I am around her I feel reckless.

    Eventually we reach our destination: the side of Emma Creek Road, a ...

  • 0 read more Wine and Water

    Wine and Water

    by Megan Good

    The day of my sister’s baptism, I cried and cried. My parents did not come to pick me up; apparently they forgot that I didn’t have a car and might like a ride. After chewing my nails and hoping they would show up, I hopped on my bike and pedaled frantically down Virginia Avenue. I slipped into the third row of the middle section, beside my aunt and uncle, just as the first hymns were ending. The tears that had started on the bike ride over refused to be stifled. I sniffled and snuffled, wiping my face with my hands ...

  • 0 read more slowing down / ghazal for Jemel Roberson / borderlands (three poems)

    slowing down / ghazal for Jemel Roberson / borderlands (three poems)

    by Elizabeth Nisly

    slowing down

    do it quickly
    start doing the thing
    you sprouted from your mother’s womb
    to do. there’s a reason we’re called the human
    race, this life is only so long, every minute gone is
    one minute less to spend on this earth, to

    do it quickly
    but perhaps the thing
    the reason my toes met the earth
    my purpose
    is to slow down
    breathe in
    breathe out
    notice the way my ankle
    meets my foot
    with wonder, and the shape
    of the clouds and the
    color of bread, the bread
    from my father’s
    sourdough starter
    which he got
    from ...

  • 0 read more Incompetent Boys

    Incompetent Boys

    by Elizabeth Nisly

    “How old are you?”

    This is the charming opening line from a pale-faced hipster who has now prowled past my seat on the train three times. I remember him from the observation car. He saw me staring at him (in fascinated disgust) as he waxed poetic to some old white guy about how to fix the world’s problems.

    “I wish we would’ve just stormed the White House. Show them we still mother-fucking run this country,” he had said.

    He must have mistaken my eavesdropping for interest.

    “I’m 20,” I tell him. I’m cuddling my sister, who could ...

  • 0 read more Attaché in the Palace Maze / Sundew in the Cemetery (2 poems)

    Attaché in the Palace Maze / Sundew in the Cemetery (2 poems)

    by G.C. Waldrep

    ATTACHÉ IN THE PALACE MAZE

    So, pilgrimage, then, which is
    the dead blended with distance,
    the text’s thread snapped
    like a small bone in the wrist.
    You are here. The saints’
    holy example is there,
    & in between
    you will build a library
    with the small fires of your will.
    You will hoard hours
    & prepositions, as if
    from the catacombs of the flesh
    a god might scythe
    His cedars from this Lebanon.
    On that ancient ground
    I answered the call of every
    dusk-borne bird.
    My breath-shaped galley
    capsized amid its centuries,
    glass weights set on the white
    pages to ...

  • 0 read more Writing and Information: Where do we go from here?

    Writing and Information: Where do we go from here?

    by Erin Renee Wahl

    As librarians, Hope and I see the part information plays in all manner of fields and research. We help people make those connections in our daily work in a variety of ways: answering reference questions, providing instruction on researching through the library, teaching courses on information literacy, purchasing books for the library collections, and all sorts of other tasks. When we move into our own writing, we take these experiences with us. It is not lost on us that our relationship with information has altered our own writing. In this issue, we set out to explore the part that information ...

  • 0 read more Dr. Spock to Dr. Google: The Internet and the Evolution of Parenting

    Dr. Spock to Dr. Google: The Internet and the Evolution of Parenting

    by Kari Sommers

    Information in my childhood home, like the cookware, furniture, and most everything else, was high-quality, sturdy, and meant to last. My parents bought the World Book Encyclopedia in 1990, as well as the Year Book supplements to update their investment annually. (Good thing, too, because the entries for Germany and the U.S.S.R. were completely rewritten within two years.) For health information, we had the Physician’s Desk Reference or the library to follow up on what our doctors told us. For cooking, we relied on the Betty Crocker and Better Homes and Gardens cookbooks, as well as a ...

  • 0 read more The Drunken Mennonite Opines about Life in the Internet Age. Twice.

    The Drunken Mennonite Opines about Life in the Internet Age. Twice.

    by S.L. Klassen

    Earlier versions of these posts were published on the Drunken Menno Blog at slklassen.com as "Rage Against the Machines. Or Not" and "Check your Privacy Settings."

    Rage Against the Machines

    Some think it ironic that the region with the largest concentration of Mennonites in Canada east of Winnipeg is also a booming centre of Canada's high tech industry.

    Some find it insulting that this is ever considered ironic.

    Those who find it ironic think of Mennonites as averse to technology. When they think of Waterloo County Mennonites, in particular, they think of Old Order Mennonites who, it is ...