The Lightkeeper reflects our desire to illuminate and inspire the unseen talent American writers have to showcase. While all compelling works are considered for publication, we the editors share a passion for well-written, distinctive work involving Michigan’s Upper Peninsula, the Great Lakes region, and the north at large. Work like a lighthouse beam in the offshore darkness: vivid, luminous, striking, and –ultimately – enlightening.
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Self-Portrait

Self-Portrait

By Hayli Cox

Wet paint wrinkles up thin pages like the skin of an aging woman. A quick stroke of coral forms a sagging smile. Form the strong cheekbones and knowing eyes and you have Marilee, a god-fearing woman with an opinion a little too loud. Paint her brokenhearted...
It's Good

It’s Good

By Thomas Pescatore

Electron Shells

Electron Shells

by Martha Lundin
Memory

Memory

by Lydia Bishop

It is 3:47 in the morning and I’m mopping the floor at work. When I glance outside I notice that it’s raining. That means that when the morning rush comes people will bring all their wet shoe dirt in with them and I will have to mop again before I leave at six....
Alaskan Two-step

Alaskan Two-step

by Daniel Willbach

They ride out of Boulder on the motorcycle in the early morning, when the earth is wet and the low-lying sun glistens off the meadows. At seventy miles an hour they rip through wisps of fog. They lean into a curve and the cycle hugs the road in a perfect, mindless balance. “I...
A Christmas Song

A Christmas Song

by Rachael Rose

Nat King Cole was playing in the background. Erica had only been home for one day, and she and her older sister were already schlepping twenty large creates out of the attic to decorate for Christmas. Erica loved Christmas. It had always been her favorite time of year. But she wanted to take...
Post-industrial

Post-industrial

by Renee Harden
Spring Sprinkles

Spring Sprinkles

by Mark Nenadov
Simon

Simon

By Daniel Davis

Too many thoughts entered Leslie's mind at that moment for her to make sense of them all. Her kids, of course. What Todd would say; would he worry or get angry? The repair bills they didn't need. The condition of the other driver. Her own condition only came...
Rattling Stone

Rattling Stone

by Abbegail Hoye
Sister For Sale

Sister For Sale

by Rachel Lingard-Smith

They had cardboard boxes, some of them, or else a pair of candy-colored plastic lawn chairs and a sheet of poster board advertising their wares in unsteady lettering. The lucky few had plywood-and-spare-nails booths, hammered together by indulgent fathers. They waited eagerly in driveways or the straw-colored grass of front lawns,...

The Stocking

The Stocking

by Ashley Ede

I sing quietly to myself while I play with my manger set. It’s a perfect set, complete with a perfect Mary, a perfect Joseph and a perfect baby Jesus, wrapped in his white blanket. A perfect family for me to play with. A perfect family for me to control.