
On TV we watch our city where people navigate the river-streets in any way they can.... "Look." Max points. "it's Sarah's house." All I see is roof. In searing personal poems, Jane Kurtz explores what it's like to struggle through a flood and pull...

This winter was snowy, this spring brought a terrible blizzard, and now the river is rising. Sandbags don't stop it, the dikes don't stop it, and late one night sirens warn everyone to evacuate. A girl and her family don't expect to be gone more than a couple of days, so they...