Dr. Merton gave Shelby Aronowitz bad news. The pain in her knee was osteosarcoma. They would have to amputate.
The voices were never voices, but more like the memory of sound—an echo off cavernous, sweating walls.
From his kitchen window, Nathaniel Foxx counted six bulldozers in the neighboring cornfield. Or what was left of the cornfield. It began with a For Sale sign that Foxx drove by for months, but ultimately ignored.
Your side lost, and it’s very possible it was your fault. But then again, it’s always your fault.
The old woman shoved her fist deep into her mouth to stifle the harsh dry cough.
Few books pace themselves with the resonance of truth telling. These rare books can be fiction, nonfiction, or poetry, but within the story being told is a heart beating in time with constant universal rhythms. Thomas D.
Alistair and I do our homework at the island in the kitchen while, at the stove, Mom stirs pasta fazool.
A crisis of faith and family set in the Northwoods of Wisconsin.
Kyle and I arrived at his parents’ house in the early evening. He had barely removed the key from the ignition when his mother, Caroline, appeared at my window.
Wisconsin Academy Offices
1922 University Avenue
Madison, Wisconsin 53726
REOPENING SEPT. 10, 2021
James Watrous Gallery of the Wisconsin Academy of Sciences, Arts & Letters
3rd Floor, Overture Center for the Arts
201 State Street
Madison, WI 53703
Phone: 608.733.6633 x25