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Our Teaching At Iowa State, Elinor Holmberg, Ruth Frantz, Sue Brown Jan 9154

Our Teaching At Iowa State, Elinor Holmberg, Ruth Frantz, Sue Brown

Sketch

THE controversial article on teaching at Iowa State in the winter quarter Sketch caused a great amount of comment over the campus. The present editors have chosen to accept this comment as a challenge for another article, based on the comment itself and on further inquiry...


Back Matter Jan 2102

Back Matter

The Journal of the Assembly for Expanded Perspectives on Learning

No abstract provided.


Silos, Debra Marquart Nov 2017

Silos, Debra Marquart

Debra Marquart

ground zero we believed we were ground zero north dakota, 1964...


Thirteen Ways Of Looking At The Weather, Debra Marquart Nov 2017

Thirteen Ways Of Looking At The Weather, Debra Marquart

Debra Marquart

Footage of a tornado this spring morning on The Weather Channel. Tuberous as a taproot, it dips, retracts, stretches thin, then holds, taut as a sprung coil. Dark topsoil rises in spinning wisps as the funnel makes contact with the ground, widens, then moves like a vacuum across flat, unfortunate Kansas.


Some Things About That Day, Debra Marquart Nov 2017

Some Things About That Day, Debra Marquart

Debra Marquart

The placards I walked through. The wet raincoat on a hook. The questionnaire on a clipboard placed before me. Couples sat around me in the waiting room. They were young. What am I saying? I was only thirty-two.


The Perils Of Travel, Debra Marquart Nov 2017

The Perils Of Travel, Debra Marquart

Debra Marquart

Something that unnerves me when I fly on certain European airlines is the way that passengers will applaud at touchdown, as if a crash landing were the norm, so an uneventful landing is a cause for celebration.


Somewhere In A House Where You Are Not, Debra Marquart Nov 2017

Somewhere In A House Where You Are Not, Debra Marquart

Debra Marquart

There is sunlight coming through windows somewhere in a house where you are not. An old man and old woman eating breakfast to the sound of the clock, out of words...


Those Desirable Things, Debra Marquart Nov 2017

Those Desirable Things, Debra Marquart

Debra Marquart

My copy of A Room of One's Own is old, purchased used in the university bookstore I attended in the 1980s. In the years since, it's been pushed deep into the corner of the shelf by other books-Rich, Lorde, Kristeva, Cixous. A small book, it holds down the dusty edge.


Reconsidering An Agricultural Childhood, Debra Marquart Nov 2017

Reconsidering An Agricultural Childhood, Debra Marquart

Debra Marquart

In an interview titled, "Field Observations," the environmentalist and writer, Wendell Berry, spoke about long-range decisions he was making for his farmland in the Kentucky River Valley. "What I'm going to do here." he explained to the interviewer as they walked Berry's upland pastures, "is grow an old -growth forest. It will take about 200 years, and I won't live to see it."


Ephemra, Debra Marquart Nov 2017

Ephemra, Debra Marquart

Debra Marquart

The thing is, I'm trying to finish my novel, but the water keeps coming in the basement. Not the basement of the novel, but the basement of my fiance's house in Michigan where I spend my summers.


Refusing Nostalgia: On Geographical Flight And Cultural Amnesia, Debra Marquart Nov 2017

Refusing Nostalgia: On Geographical Flight And Cultural Amnesia, Debra Marquart

Debra Marquart

As a child, I was a map gazer. I'd set my small finger down in Alsace, in that blessed valley of castles, church spires, vineyards, and rolling fields of sunflowers between the Vosges Mountains and the Rhine river, then I'd tramp my fingers like a small scissors eastward through Germany. I'd touch down on the shore of the Danube and trace its long artery, the eastern route my ancestors took in 1803 to reach Odessa on the Black Sea. I longed to feel under my fingertips the slow progress of the overland caravan, the teams of oxen ...


Losing The Meadow, Debra Marquart Nov 2017

Losing The Meadow, Debra Marquart

Debra Marquart

Iowa, a cool spring morning with the windows open. The robins are saying cheer up, cheer up. Mourning doves coo, and crows swoop down, cawing as they pick through a bag of garbage that one of them has dragged from the dumpster and spread across the driveway...


Invasive, Debra Marquart Nov 2017

Invasive, Debra Marquart

Debra Marquart

Rather than write the memo

about the troubling colleague

I go out to weed the flowerbed

beat back the carpet of grass

that's overgrown its boundary...


Oud, Debra Marquart Nov 2017

Oud, Debra Marquart

Debra Marquart

It traveled from Damascus, shipped in a plywood box resembling a baby's coffin...


Greyhound Days, Debra Marquart Nov 2017

Greyhound Days, Debra Marquart

Debra Marquart

Because your mother is the Typhoid Mary of travel. Because lightning, blizzards, everything but locusts, plague her travel days. Because that one time in Minneapolis, some pilot-error, failing engine part, or threat of nuclear disaster necessitated an overnight stay, she now refuses to fly.


Ground Oregano, Debra Marquart Nov 2017

Ground Oregano, Debra Marquart

Debra Marquart

Bitter green, bottled dust of pungent woods

I've carried across cities and states, past its prime,

almost gone now, origanum vulgare, twenty-five years

since I tucked it in the spice rack after he insisted

he was allergic, although I'd used it in the lasagna,

chili, and spaghetti he'd eaten with relish, without illness...


Nil Ductility, Debra Marquart Nov 2017

Nil Ductility, Debra Marquart

Debra Marquart

Time now to wonder about Bryce who sold laminated timber beams out of his Fargo office, the old growth forested in Oregon and East Glacier...


Cell, Debra Marquart Nov 2017

Cell, Debra Marquart

Debra Marquart

Lately I've been calling myself when necessity requires, the landline part of me who has a meeting and must be out the door dials the cell self lost in the deep pocket...


Chill Factor, Debra Marquart Nov 2017

Chill Factor, Debra Marquart

Debra Marquart

sometimes at parties in moorhead my friend's late night rambling hushed as if fearing microphones in the walls crazy talk....


Bookmobile, Debra Marquart Nov 2017

Bookmobile, Debra Marquart

Debra Marquart

To be saved by books, to be allowed to file in twos away from Sister Paula's math class, to climb those three small steps off the curb, and be met by the smell of old paper, glue and leather bindings....


Buoy, Debra Marquart Nov 2017

Buoy, Debra Marquart

Debra Marquart

And so you came to realize that a married man is like a drowning victim, when you find him

drenched, adrift and unhappy in the vast ocean of his marriage. And you are always the first...


Chores, Debra Marquart Nov 2017

Chores, Debra Marquart

Debra Marquart

There is a gravel road about a quarter-mile long leading out of my parents' farm in North Dakota that leads to another gravel road about a half-mile long, which eventually meets up with Highway 3, the two-lane blacktop that runs through my hometown. When I was a kid, I sat for hours in my brother's bedroom facing the highway, and I kept a running tally of how many cars and trucks passed our farm...


After The Fire, Debra Marquart Nov 2017

After The Fire, Debra Marquart

Debra Marquart

The truck left the highway going seventy. It might have slid to a halt­ innocent screech of brakes on the pavement, muddy tire ruts on the soft shoulder of the road-if not for the pull-out approach it encountered in the ditch, which it took from the side. A twenty-six-foot Ryder truck full of our three-man road crew and our equipment was vaulted into the air. Ninety-five feet it flew, the police say.


Mistreated & Misremembered: A Tale Of Two Annes, Elizabeth H. Dunn Nov 2017

Mistreated & Misremembered: A Tale Of Two Annes, Elizabeth H. Dunn

Steeplechase

The two poems and historical notes that I worked on were a part of my interest in both history and poetry, especially since many historical figures remain misunderstood, ignored, or misinterpreted. Throughout my research I tried to find a personal voice for all of the subjects within the poems, Henry VIII, Anne Boleyn, and Anne of Cleves. Though the poetic form gave me creative freedom, I did want to approach each name as more than just a reputation, but as a person. In my view, Henry VIII's notorious reputation and infamy still reigns today because of his many wives ...


Bipolar Nation; In Hopes Of Tomorrow; Paradoxical Legacies, Patrick S. De Walt 2780268 Nov 2017

Bipolar Nation; In Hopes Of Tomorrow; Paradoxical Legacies, Patrick S. De Walt 2780268

Journal of Multicultural Affairs

A collection of three poems that draw from current and historical events. The poems are grouped together into one submission. Each title is listed within the Article Title section.


The Funeral, Katherine M. Carithers Nov 2017

The Funeral, Katherine M. Carithers

HUMBUG

No abstract provided.


Lives Awash In Neon, Logan T. Collins Nov 2017

Lives Awash In Neon, Logan T. Collins

HUMBUG

No abstract provided.


The Mouse, Katherine M. Carithers Nov 2017

The Mouse, Katherine M. Carithers

HUMBUG

No abstract provided.


On Combustion, Tommy E. Hart Nov 2017

On Combustion, Tommy E. Hart

HUMBUG

No abstract provided.


The Whether And Nots (Excerpt), Kylee J. Sibilia Nov 2017

The Whether And Nots (Excerpt), Kylee J. Sibilia

HUMBUG

No abstract provided.