Mark Munger

Arts Producer and Reporter/Announcer

712-274-6406 ext. 1318

mark.munger@witcc.edu

Every year at this time there is an influx of kittens at shelters, which means we get to remind you again to spay and neuter your pets. It's better for us all. That said, Lucy and her littermates need a loving home. Please find them at the Siouxland Humane Society. 
 

Support for Welcome. Sit. Stay. comes from Priscilla E Forsyth, Attorney at Law, located in Sioux City and providing criminal defense and immigration law services to the Siouxland community.  

That Saturday morning what me and my camera wanted to get was a couple of fine shots of gravestones adorned in the long, early morning shadows. I headed out to the Doon cemetery, where the stones hug a rolling hill above the Rock River, a setting that offers a cemetery more wordless gravitas than graveyards ordinarily have.

Dvorak's Cello Concerto

May 17, 2016

    

Parker joins us for Welcome. Sit. Stay. this week. He's six months old and full of kisses. You can find him at the Siouxland Humane Society.

Today's poem is by Mara Dekat:

 

 

Save Spend Invest Give

May 13, 2016
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Save, Spend, Invest, Give by Daniel Pecaut is a meditation that centers the reader's attention on what can be done with a dollar. Its ability to silence noise, whether it be of the mind or of the physical world, is impressive. Its information approaches the austere. The message, however, is full bodied: if you have bit of something to save, doing so is the first step to empowering yourself and changing the world. 

Ode: Leslie Erickson's Fear of Heights

May 11, 2016

Fear of Heights

I looked at Jesse and then back at the 12-foot wall in front of me. I bent double, holding my stomach, and felt as if a hand were wringing the life out of my intestines to the beat of my pounding heart. Waves of nausea waxed and waned as I contemplated the inevitability of climbing up and out of the small crevice within which we found ourselves.

“I can’t do it,” I said, straightening and shaking my head. I walked a few steps back from where we’d come.

Today is Yom HaShoah, Holocaust Remembrance Day. It is a solemn day, one that causes us to meditate upon our most frightening nature, directing us to look at not only the horrors of our past, but the violence, intolerance, and indifference of our present. In this broadcast, we hear from Inge Auerbacher, who, as a child, was transported with her mother and father to Terezin, a Nazi concentration camp.

Ally Karsyn

    

Stepping out of my rental car, the Canadian air bites my lungs. An ache in my hip takes my mind back to when a walker was both friend and foe. With it, I could escape my room, but it betrayed me, revealing the weakness in my body.

I walk into the convention center with my brother and sister by my side. They abandoned the Arizona to watch me compete for the first time. They comment on my stride. I stop and look at the sign: World Bench Press Championships. All falls silent.

    

Isabella arrived at the Siouxland Humane Society with her brother, Pepe. The two were seperated at first, but their cries for each other were heard, and the good SHS people are now doing thier best to ensure that doesn't happen again.

Today's poem is by Mara Dekat

Muse about your doggy and send  the result to Mark.  

Ode: Ally Karsyn

Apr 27, 2016
Ally Karsyn

Less stuff, more life

Whenever I start to feel stuck, I change the one thing I can, and I begin redecorating with all the fervor of Martha Stewart on the day she discovered Pinterest. My arbitrary impulse serves as a welcome distraction.

But while I’m flitting from room to room, I’m faced with things that were purchased under the assumption that they’d be placed in a lovely downtown loft apartment, not a lonely suburban home that has a lawn to mow and bushes to trim and porches to paint.

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