After nine years and two presidents, it's not big environmental groups with the best shot at defeating the pipeline—it's a bunch of well-organized locals.

He brandishes a fine-point ink pen and three degrees from UNL while interpreting Shakespeare during his second career.

You might call me smitten by the whole affair. By the cowboys, of course: their hats, their vests, their boots. Their wry smiles and fat handshakes.

Planted after the Dust Bowl. Cut down in the climate change era.

There are plenty of incredible independent bookstores to choose from all over the country. In the interest of highlighting the underdogs, we’re intentionally skipping a few of the greats….The 13 bookstores presented here are perhaps lesser known, but no less energizing to the bona fide booklover.

Solomon D. Butcher’s prairie photographs embrace homesteading life in all its complexity.

Writer Carson Vaughan's ode to the poetry of Paul Zarzyski.

Gerhard Lauck was Germany’s biggest supplier of neo-Nazi materials. His trajectory is a valuable case study in recognizing the signs of a budding hatemonger

Driving through the Sandhills is only half the fun. Step out from behind the wheel and enjoy these seven jewels, listed below from east to west, of Nebraska Highway 2.

Fonograf Editions brings poets to vinyl.

In 2015, Nathan Sexton was diagnosed with stage four brain cancer. He made it his mission to run Boston.

A new audio series aims to connect a vibrant community of western poets, singers, and storytellers with a wider audience.

The late Yevgeny Yevtushenko had an unlikely affinity for cowboy poetry.

From North Dakota to Texas, the Great Plains is dotted with gems reserved for those willing to venture inward. For a classy trip through so-called “flyover country,” start with these 13 unforgettable features.

Elizabeth Ebert, the cowboy poetry queen.

Some of the trees on this list are avant-garde. They’re risky. Some are even heretical, like the fire-belching “Traffic Tree” in Berlin, or the Jack Daniels’ Barrel Tree in Tennessee.

They call it the “Rock 'n' Roll Capital of the World,” but in Cleveland, we listened to big band.

A knot of rebar sprouts from FDR’s forehead. William Henry Harrison looks like he just crawled home from a bar fight.

When we heard the Republican presidential nominee would be speaking in Reno, we jumped at what would likely be our last chance to experience first-hand this bizarre chapter in American history.

At just a hair over 1,200 square miles — 37 wide, 48 long and 14% underwater — Rhode Island is less than half the size of the county I grew up in in central Nebraska.