At the Stoneboat Reading

We had a really nice event at Paradigm this afternoon, an open mic reading highlighting the third issue of Stoneboat, issue 2.1. I can't believe that one short year ago, we introduced our little boat. Look how far we have come.

What Corner of the World Are We Talking About?

When you get right down to it, the world has become a very small place. We Stoneboat-niks feel ourselves connected to our fans and contributors whether they live in Wisconsin, Alaska, California, New York, Arizona, Mississippi or elsewhere. The corner we occupy here in rural Wisconsin—not too far from the blue depths of Lake Michigan—is just one corner of a much larger and more global community of writers and visual artists. It has certainly become a cliché, but I will say it anyway: technology is helping the world to shrink. But in that shrinking, that banding closer together, we find that ideas and friendships—instead of becoming more narrow—are actually growing wider and expanding farther.

Stoneboat Needs Your Support

Personally, I think Stoneboat is one of Wisconsin's finest multi-genre literary journals...but then, I'm biased. You would probably prefer to decide that for yourself. It's easy enough to do-- just hop on over to the featured work section of our website to peruse poetry, prose, and art from the fall issue. (We've also got several online exclusives for your reading pleasure, including a poem from Spring 2011 contributor KP Liles).

Happy Birthday, Stoneboat!

Can you believe that Stoneboat will be one year old next week? To be honest, neither can we -- but that doesn't mean we don't intend to celebrate.

Words from a Master

"A work in progress quickly becomes feral. It reverts to a wild state overnight... it is a lion growing in strength. You must visit it every day and reassert your mastery over it. If you skip a day, you are, quite rightly, afraid to open the door to its room. You enter its room with bravura, holding a chair at the thing and shouting, ‘Simba!’"

~Annie Dillard

Of Friends, Stones, and Gratitude

You know, you just know who your friends are, because they are always there when you need them. They call you on your shit. They knock sense into you when you need it.

Changing the World, One Poem at a Time

Since last spring, I have been getting to know a group of poets from all over the world on Facebook, thanks to the efforts of San Francisco Bay-area poet, Michael Rothenberg, and his amazing project, 100 Thousand Poets for Change.