<p><i>"My love is a river where the white waters pour /</i></p> <p><i>I've hunted and trapped her through the Gates of Ladore. / She sings through a curtain of cold mountain rain / Where I dug her bright silver in the high Coeur d'Alene.</i></p>…

The map that shows the road to Limberlost Press indicates Idaho City far beyond the house of Rick Ardinger and Rosemary Powers Ardinger, who have distinguished themselves among small press poetry publishers for more than 30 years. A drive on a torrid summer's day takes you outside Boise, pas…

The idea of putting me on the phone with Lauren Weedman is, in theory, a good one. We're both playwrights who've worked at Boise Contemporary Theater. We're both girls. We're both funny. Or, at least, we try to be, which could mean (especially in a world where a Vanity Fair cover article ent…

Blackā€”a color of darkness, uncertainty, the unknown, the void. Some even debate whether it is technically a color. But for Boise artist Christine Raymond, black became an incubator, a creative force, a liminal space in which she found a path of artistic evolution.

At the awards ceremony for the New York Society of Illustrators on March 28, 2008, Boise artist Bill Carman didn't know what to expect.