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    Introducing the 2016 Hal Prize Judges

    The Peninsula Pulse proudly introduces the judges for the 2016 Hal Prize, offering publication in our annual Literary Issue, cash awards and other prizes, a week stay at Write On, Door County, and a class at Peninsula School of Art.   Poetry Judge Oliver de la Paz is the author of four collections of poetry, […]

  • Fire & Ice, Short Film Fest & More Weekend Plans

    Sturgeon Bay will take its turn hosting a winter festival this weekend as they celebrate their annual Fire & Ice Festival. Staying up north this weekend? Between Newport State Park’s winter programs and the Door County Short Film Fest, you’re sure to find something that suits your fancy during Valentine’s Day weekend. Friday, February 12 […]

  • Isherwood: In A Cold Climate

    Been cool lately. To admit I don’t use the word cold for sake of dignity and a certain northern cockiness about this business other people call cold. Spell that word with caps if it makes you feel better. COLD. Underline it if you want, COLD. Add italics, COLD. Basically what winter is made of. I […]

  • Announcing the 2016 Hal Prize Contest

    The Peninsula Pulse proudly presents the 2016 Hal Prize. The Hal Prize is open to writers of fiction, nonfiction, poetry, and to photographers throughout the United States. The contest offers publication in the Peninsula Pulse’s annual Literary Issue, reaching a readership of 17,000. Cash awards of up to $150, a week stay at Write On, […]

  • Book Review: ‘Just Mercy’

    Bryan Stevenson’s book Just Mercy is both a memoir detailing the author’s experience as a lawyer and an indictment of the failings of the justice system in this country. As a college student the author had studied philosophy, but during his senior year realized that “no one would pay me to philosophize when I graduated.” […]

  • Isherwood: In A Cold Night

    I wasn’t the only Boy Scout to attempt an igloo. It seems like there was a merit badge involved, like you weren’t a bona fide Boy Scout until you had attempted that igloo, like a real kid – make that a real winter kid. Better for the attempt if school was called off because of […]

  • Isherwood: A Companion Kind

    A simple ritual it is, our evening walk down to the creek before supper with the dogs and the chance of a ball or stick. To suspect this has been a well-worn human routine ever since Cro-Magnon and Neanderthal, our collective habit with dogs that old. Something distinguished happened to our species when we married […]

  • Mabel Peterson

    Mabel Peterson Shares Door County, Life History in New Book

    When Mabel Peterson was invited by her neighbor, Gretchen Maring, to join her in Barbara Larson’s writing class at The Clearing, the first two sessions convinced her she wasn’t a writer. A chance meeting with Larson at the Piggly Wiggly encouraged her to return. That was in 1998. Sometime after that, Mabel became excited about […]

  • To Love Storms. Ryan Miller.

    Isherwood: To Love Storms

    To love storms is a sick and criminal attitude, up there with picking your nose, scratching your butt and sleeping with dogs. How I acquired my sense and love for storms is self-explanatory, to confess being a farmkid. A farmkid is somewhere between a juvenile delinquent, a reform school graduate, a biker and a thug, […]

  • Isherwood: The Wow Factor

    Behaviorally I am a “holy cow” sort of person. It began with that liberal education, of being a farmkid in the first place, driving tractors by the age of eight, milking cows regularly by fifth grade, learning to weld when others are tutored in flag football. There were other tasks, butchering, haying, driving a pickup […]

  • Paddling Past Cancer

    Life after Acute Lymphoblastic Leukemia requires emotional healing. Surviving the valley of the shadow of death is no instant triumph. Two years following my bone marrow transplant, I was walking on the beach at Wisconsin’s Newport State Park and saw my shadow.

  • Norb Blei

    How Norb Blei Found the Internet

    At the age of 72, 50 years into his writing career, Norb Blei turned his eye from the printed page to the web, and loved what he found.

  • Popcorn

    The universe has six magical aromas, just six, only six: perfume is first preferably on women, followed by fresh bread, bacon frying, birch burning, toast cooking and/or coffee brewing.

  • Third Place – “Stairs”

    We had only been dating for about six weeks. New to each other and still unfurled in each other’s spheres of friends. It was a house concert – a guitar party of sorts.

  • Second Place – “Of Guns and Guacamole”

    Forty-four years ago, almost a lifetime, it seems, I had my first taste of guacamole. I was an impressed warrior reluctantly serving my country, and had been joined by my wife as we made a new home in a small apartment nestled in the desert of El Paso.

  • First Place – “Thanurwad”

    Saoner was a small village that snuggled in an elbow of one of the tributaries of the great Narmada River. It was a small farming community of thatched huts and some small brick buildings.

  • Wheelin’ to Manhood

    There was only one rite of passage left for me on Thursday, February 18, 1959 at 8:52 am when I reached the legal age of 21. Whereas, yesterday on the 17th and up to the early morning on the 18th, I was just “Hughie Boy” or “kiddo,” or better yet, “young man.” Now I was to be known as “man,” “Mister,” “Sir.”

  • Thoughts on the Process – The Hal Grutzmacher’s Writers’ Expose

    The Hal Grutzmacher’s Writers’ Exposé and Photography Jubilee celebrates the creative process – each photograph, each poem, and each story represents time, patience, and skill from a budding or seasoned artist.

  • Defending the Fort

    On any given weekend our family would jump in the white Ford station wagon and head out to visit our farm relatives. We had three sets of them about a half hours ride west of Rockford, Illinois.

  • Black River

    As I entered the third of a four-hour meditation, my legs began to cramp and my back ached. My mind continued to run in circles, but slowly it came to a stand still when for a long calm clear moment I saw him. I saw my father sitting next to me. He wasn’t the father […]