Kyle St. John

Ah 2012, the mystery and wonder of it all. What’s to come? Dunno, and, I might add, neither do you, but you can be sure that things are going to become more and more interesting in this metamorphic, politically charged environment. I’m going to contribute this year by stepping down and finding my place among [more...]

So I go to visit my doctor the other day. He listens closely to the way I’ve been feeling and then prescribes a particular treatment to fit my situation. I am very grateful for his storehouse of knowledge, his professional style, and his credentials to validate my trust in him. He is a pro, someone [more...]

Record

by Katrina Vandenberg

Late night July, Minnesota,

John asleep on the glassed-in porch,

Bob Dylan quiet on a cassette

you made from an album

I got rid of soon after

you died.  Years later,

I regret giving up

your two boxes of vinyl,

which I loved.  Surely

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I realize that we have been living in the age of the “side-man” and that the hyperbole surrounding musicians has been fairly rampant. But in the candor of an unguarded moment, when the first emotive response is heard, it is not the player who is lauded, but the song. Time and again, I have been [more...]