Jason Quever gets out his Macbook, strips it down to the bone, and obliges us by recording two songs with just guitar and vocals.

Wye Oak's Jenn Wasner explores the inspiration behind the band's new album, "Civilian."

Jeffrey Parker The numb narcotic of scrolling down the forever page, growing longer as the day dissolves its relevance into repetitions of images and words, floating over black electricity and disappearing as quickly from memory as from the last neurons – shifting between the hum of backlit screens and the faint subconscious, the dead white illumination of time projects its blindness like snow falling into the white morning, when...

Rachel Mehl my parents read Mother Earth News, sold their house in Seattle to buy a 35 acre plot of forest and swamp. They built a house with a wood furnace, and planted a vine maple in the courtyard to cool the hall in summers. Grandpa Hi water witched. They put in a well. My pregnant mother shingled the roof, belly swelling with what would be me. They brought me home, buried my placenta under a ginkgo. My mother had planted sweet...

Rachel Mehl A parent could tell a child she was praying, her back legs broken, facing the trees along the freeway, sitting up like a dog. I had to swerve not to hit her. I have a friend who writes of desire. Of the bodies flesh and bone. Sex without love, I’ve figured out, but not her hunting. How she can kill with no reason, with a fridge full of radishes and cheese, brackens and mushrooms all around her. Rachel Mehl has...

P. Ivan Young I hear the knocking of their hooves, watch the wood splinter, needle the sun shafts that pierce my dark. Who wouldn’t challenge the boldness of young goats crossing to greener pastures as if this were some right? I knew their deception would end badly for me. But because they were trying something new, I let them through without pointing out how obvious they had been. I don’t eat goat, but conflict was a way...

Say Hi's Eric Elbogen strips it down and plays three tracks from his latest release, "Um, Uh Oh."

Eric Elbogen, conductor of the one-man band Say Hi, discusses heartbreak, growth, and the making of his latest record, Um, Uh Oh.

Uncut and unedited, Bonnie "Prince" Billy records three tracks in a Kentucky studio for this Fogged Clarity Session.

Ruth Foley Suddenly, the leaves cannot keep silent. They snap like brittle fingers under torture. They slice the air and leave it gasping, open. At first, they say, you are too surprised to feel pain. I think the air must be like that today, stunned into speechlessness by the violent turning of what once seemed innocuous. And I know where the cold snap gets its name. The smallest branches know it too, as their leaves grow unbearable...