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River

Oct 01, 2009; ... It was during our bicentennial year when I was new to Iowa that Matthew Pollard, a biology major in an undergraduate writing class, imagined fishing the Iowa River - but way off in the future, in the dimly imaginable year 2000. By then, Matthew assumed, pollution would have forced us to live ...

Small and Heavy World

Oct 01, 2009; ... We moved up into the trees when the neighborhood flooded that April - blue plastic tarps slung up with belts and ropes, splintered plywood floors, dinghies or canoes bumping up against the tree trunks. Makeshift hammocks hung from the branches, swaying in the breeze. The water was the color of ...

Filters

Oct 01, 2009; ... The Cedar River flooded last spring. It's funny how a flood works. It snows all winter. It snows and snows and the snow never melts. Then spring comes, and the snow melts. The guys on the news start talking about a flood. But it doesn't flood. You know it won't flood. You tell yourself, "We had ...

Northern Pike

Oct 01, 2009; ... Just past the railroad bridge over the Green River, the deep pool dragonflies and white moths where you can see the huge fish hovering. And Zach with his skinny arms, leaning, and the whack of the line, the wrenching. I wish I ...

In the Silence Following

Oct 01, 2009; ... After a freight train lumbers by, hissing steam and grumbling curses, metal screeching against metal, it passes into the night (which is the empty shadow of the earth), becoming soft clinking spurs, a breathy whistle, low bells clanking like tangled chains, disappearing as if on lambskin ...