Brenna Manuel

Brenna Manuel’s childhood education began with reading Dick, Jane and Sally and ended with watching riots in Detroit. In 1971, she packed a large box and headed to the Northwest to see the Noguchi sculpture on the college campus. Her focus on academics waned, and she began visiting Indian reservations and canning beets. Nine yearsContinue reading “Brenna Manuel”

Lake Host

by Brenna Manuel “You know bass fishermen…,” he goes on. He cranes his angled cheek up to look one eye closed my way. His torso bends forward straight to make perfect “L” to outboard motor with blades that glisten sharply in the sun. He pauses, sputters, “Best engines…,” he goes on. My brows go up-Continue reading “Lake Host”