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: Marine 69-71, CC BY-SA 4.0, via Wikimedia Commons A smack of translucent jellyfish quiver like silicone implants on the shore. Tropical parrots squawk lime green gossip in the palms. At daybreak, a porno flick full of silicone implants is being filmed at the...
Photo: Paul R. Burley, CC BY-SA 4.0, via Wikimedia Commons To celebrate the big bathtub and to feel Chicago under my feet, I went looking for travel-sized bubbles and bombs so my skin could feel fizzy and smooth in the gluttony. Up in the White House of the Midwest, I...
Photo: I pound the heels of my boots into the concrete: short thuds under the rattling train. Ten miles from your hospital bed commuters rush past me, their eyes searching the sky to avoid mine, a thumb of ash across my forehead. Archaic, too public—the way I cry. I...
