Double Down - A Blog

Jun 13, 2019 | Posted by Christopher Daniels

Author Barry Lopez states “the only thing holding us together are stories and compassion.” I love stories of all genres and media. I live for terrible made-for-TV movies, binge on gripping Netflix dramas, have a stacks of books on my nightstands (that I vow I am going to read before purchasing...

Jun 6, 2019 | Posted by Frank X. Mullen

 

 

If you want to get to know someone well, walk a mile in their shoes, so the saying goes.

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May 30, 2019 | Posted by By Kelbey Hilliard

I was never a kid who was afraid of the spotlight. My whole life, I’ve always been happy to take center stage and put on a show. I was shy meeting new people, and still can be, but always dreamed of performing one day in a huge, bright...

May 23, 2019 | Posted by Max Stone

 

It’s a not-so-well-kept secret that Reno is home to a burgeoning literary community.  As evidenced by the number of people who...

May 16, 2019 | Posted by Gavin Markovic

This letter is one of the 2019 “Letters About Literature” winners for the state of Nevada.

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May 9, 2019 | Posted by Nikki Florio

 

The Great Pollen Nation
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May 2, 2019 | Posted by Bryan McCormick

 

Personal Space: Stereoscopic Nevada has been installed for a month now at the Nevada Humanities Program Gallery in Las Vegas. The exhibition has been a great success with over 450 guests having come...

Apr 25, 2019 | Posted by Jennifer Battisti
 
Bristlecone in Blue 
By Jennifer Battisti
 
Ascending takes effort.
My hamstrings protest; dizzy spells,
a cold sharp ache coiling in my ears,
my mind like an open door— all the flies let in, the bodies below, still
waiting on warm asphalt.
 
There seems no good reason to climb mountains anymore.
We left our grieving city, the sound of trauma still audible
 
beneath our heavy sips of air
switchback after...
Apr 17, 2019 | Posted by Staff of Nevada Humanities

 

Congratulations to all of our 2019 Nevada Humanities awardees who will be honored at the ...

Apr 11, 2019 | Posted by Fawn Douglas

I remember the late ‘80s in Las Vegas. The city of Las Vegas was growing, and we walked in areas that were on the edge of development. We walked through the dirt side of Craig Road, near the old Craig Ranch in North Las Vegas. I am with my grandmother with our empty plastic bags in hand from the grocery store. Cars honk at us as they speed by. I feel embarrassed, roll my eyes, “Gramma! Why do we have to be here?” Kicking rocks...

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