It Waits: A Bronzeville Ode To Gentrification
It’s waiting in a lush repose waiting & waited on curated manicured fawned over it’s waiting...
View ArticleThe Ballroom Artists’ Commune
O Ballroom! I extol you! Outside you, Burnham’s bridges strangle up my native town. Inside— Piano raucous rocking through the night! And I survived on a meager diet of paintchips and our communal...
View ArticleExchange and Peoria
How did the Back of the Yards lose its wonder? There’s a bull’s head on a post. I feel his ghost haunting me. I feel haunted by the ghost of every animal I’ve ever paid somebody...
View ArticleImmigrant Punks at Western and Devon
“It’s going to be a late dinner,” she announces at 2:20 a.m., cutting potatoes for curry.
View ArticleA Chicago January
Mister Hancock and his towering companions try in vain To drum up sympathy for victims of the New Years’ smoking ban The skyline is shoulders-to-ears, huddled together for warmth Each sends a plume of...
View ArticleA Collision on Western Avenue
I met this girl at The Mutiny and we got shitfaced. I mean beyond balls-out fucking blitzed, downing shots of Jameson and sucking down those big-ass mugs of Old Style as tall as your face from chin to...
View ArticleThe Influentialists
The place was decorated like your grandma’s kitchen. That was the point. That’s why they called it “Granny’s Diner.” As you forked into your soggy pancakes, you looked at all the Amish quilts...
View ArticleO Magnum Mysterium
Everybody’s talking about coyotes in the park, and it makes me smile at their patience — two hundred years, more or less, I guess, laying low before they move back into a place they occupied until a...
View Articleand, the sign says, science
On a long morning walk, the only signs I’ve read are sounds of woodpeckers drumming beyond the line of sight beyond the range of light. Now I stop on a shore where some private function in public space...
View ArticleThe Collectors
It was a wet summer morning. The early rains had saturated Murray Park’s grassless infield to the point where it would take half a day for the slow revealing sun to dry off the thin layer of mud and...
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