The River Guide
Nick sat smoking, looking out over the country. He did not need to get his map out. He knew where he was from the position of the river.
David Greendonner (’12) is an MFA candidate at Western Michigan University where he teaches writing and is the managing editor of the literary magazine Third Coast.
by David Greendonner | Jun 10, 2014 | 0 comments
Nick sat smoking, looking out over the country. He did not need to get his map out. He knew where he was from the position of the river.
by David Greendonner | May 10, 2014 | 0 comments
“The violence portrayed in the film is brutal and graphic. It is by no means glorified and its futility resonates as a major theme throughout the story.”
by David Greendonner | Apr 10, 2014 | 1 comment
Tyson’s narration meanders back and forth from the local to the cosmic, and spends not a small amount of time biographing members of the scientific pantheon.
by David Greendonner | Mar 10, 2014 | 0 comments
Jordan Belfort considers the agents (us, too, over his shoulder) as Denham produces the smoking gun: a yellow note in a clear evidence bag.
by David Greendonner | Feb 10, 2014 | 1 comment
I could see the red crowns of the bridge above the tree line. I couldn’t quite figure my next step. I was here. The bridge was there.
by David Greendonner | Jan 10, 2014 | 0 comments
I gunned it up what looked to me like an incline about as threatening as what you might find on, say, the eighth hole of a miniature golf course, though it may as well have been a mountainside.
by David Greendonner | Dec 10, 2013 | 0 comments
We walked a few blocks from the museum to find food (unreasonably passing on a café whose window quoted Jay Gatsby: “Well, he’s no use to us if Detroit is his idea of a small town. . . .”).
by David Greendonner | Nov 10, 2013 | 2 comments
It’s for this reason, I think, that horror movies are so difficult to judge. How do you rate something that’s highest purpose is to make you double-check your closet at night, or think about leaving a light on?
by David Greendonner | Oct 10, 2013 | 0 comments
Then one night in April Brett called his own bluff and showed up, straight from an Amish farm, with a puppy.
by David Greendonner | Sep 10, 2013 | 1 comment
I’ve been struck lately by how difficult it is to communicate in the “communing” sense of that word—how miraculous it is when two or more people actually manage to share an idea, to get excited about the same thing, maybe only for a minute.
by David Greendonner | Aug 10, 2013 | 3 comments
When the new soles arrived I unboxed, unlaced, and tried them on. I took a few steps and looked in the mirror. Something was off.
by David Greendonner | Jul 10, 2013 | 3 comments
In some ways, that’s exactly what art is—a way of showing the extent to which one understands about people, the world. When we think, for example, of the world’s greatest writers, we list those who have done this well—those who have understood something about people, and put that something into words.