Photo: Antony-22, CC BY-SA 4.0, via Wikimedia Commons Because one death will inevitably make you think of the others. When my father told me he didn’t know how to mourn his brother, it was a question of process not emotion. He was not asking a philosophical...
Photo: David Shankbone at English Wikipedia., CC BY 2.5, via Wikimedia Commons The ghost of Sarah Wells, underdressed and out of place in her skinny jeans, doesn’t like to hang out by her grave in Green-Wood Cemetery. The cherry blossoms, contemplative waters, and...
Photo: “Zenos Colman Public School” by artistmac is licensed under CC BY 2.0 I have tried and failed many times tosay how that building of amber stones has made me feel. Even after forty years since I’ve walked among the beige walls and mahogany columns. The...
Photo: Wally Wright Even in a city of millionsyou can feel so lonely Even with endless adventuresyou can feel so lackluster Walking around BoystownA hungover Sunday morning The sign proclaimed:OUR CHURCH IS COOLWE HAVE AC And having been raised CatholicI felt I’d find...
Photo: Wally Wright Halfway across Broadway her wobbly cart bends and she falls onto the street We rush out, help her back to a bus stop bench Dazed, unfocused eyes Eventually she tells us her name is Maxine A cute young woman stops by She’s on her way to a sex party...
Photo: Jacob G. from Cleveland, United States, CC BY-SA 2.0, via Wikimedia Commons Once I went sober for a recovering alcoholic because I wanted to see what it was like to be him. When I left him for the last time, I drank for weeks, dizzying toward amnesia. I let the...
