Old Guy Playing Guitar by Terry Sanville People liked his trimmed white beard, pegged him as someone who knew all the right tunes. They liked his price: seventy-five an hour with a two-hour minimum. They liked his silence: he never chatted up the attendees. But that day, they detested everything.
Copper Kettle by Judith Skillman If only an ornament gone cold in winter, still we feed it water, carry the weight of our old sorrows
Peter Ostroushko is a gifted musician best known for his mandolin and fiddle playing and as the musical director for A Prairie Home Companion. We sat down with Peter recently and had a wide-ranging discussion about music, dancing, and culture. In this first of four installments Peter shared with us his experiences of music and culture in […]
Seven Devices for Dispelling Demons by Brooke Wonders I. Bells Medomai was the only daughter of the bellmaker Monody. By the time Medomai was six, she could construct a mold of brick and wax. By the time she was twelve, she’d memorized the formula for bellmetal. By the time she was fifteen, she had […]
The Ballad of Molly Malone by Shannon Connor Winward On the bay of Dublin the pulse and the din of the land and the sea breed desire. The caw of the gulls, and the roar of the swells, are known to set hearts afire.