Poetry/Essay

By Steve Goldman Sun contributor “Dad? How much longer?” For what seems like the millionth time, I try to patiently answer the question. “We’re in Cadillac, we’ve got another hour and a half,” or “we’re at M-37, so we’ve got another hour” have become stock answers over the years as I attempt to reassure my […]

Adult category Tom Ulrich Spare Gus My grandfather grew asparagus. Not in raised beds, or rows, But in a chaos of well-rotted manure And a ragged forest of spears. He called it by name, with affection. When I was younger I thought “Spare Gus” Was the nickname for an old friend of his Who came […]

By Anne-Marie Oomen Sun contributor Finally, with our house sort of finished, we turn to landscaping. Landscaping in our woods is simple because the chance of a lawn is nil unless one is willing to cut trees and we have vowed—no more tree cutting. Instead, we tuck the house so far into the dappled arms […]

By Ray Nargis Sun contributor This essay originally ran in the Glen Arbor Sun in the fall of 1999. Almost a quarter century ago — in the fall of 1977 — I drove from my home in Kalamazoo to see the Leelanau Peninsula for the first time. I was looking for a place to live […]

Roadside Stand By Nora Stone First prize, Youth Poetry Driving home after school we’re tired with end-of-the-week relief and our stepfather pulls over on Herkner Road where there is a little table with a coffee can marked “honor system,” and he buys two bundles of asparagus, pert and dripping from a dented pie tin, and […]