Gerard Sarnat’s recently been nominated for a Pushcart Prize. He’s authored four collections: HOMELESS CHRONICLES (2010), Disputes (2012), 17s (2014) and Melting The Ice King (2016) which included work published in Gargoyle, Lowestoft, American Journal of Poetry, Main Street Rag, New Delta Review, Tishman Review plus was featured in New Verse News, Songs of Eretz, […]Read more "How colorblind is too colorblind?"
“Whatever you want, boys, it’s on me,” Joe Laz told his sons, Bill and Lee, at the Kiwanis in downtown Aurora, Illinois. Joe was anticipating steaks or pork chops, a few respectable martinis, perhaps even a slice of something sweet for dessert. Heck, why not? You can’t live your life in a shoebox, he thought. […]Read more "Storytelling From the Heartland"
Both my father, Dave, and his younger brother, Keith, are storytellers. They live across the country from each other, Keith in Oregon and Dave in Illinois. If I could have, I would have gotten them in a room together, given them a beer, and pushed, “Record.” As it is, I asked them to write to […]Read more "Snapshot: Franklin Park, 1950s"
Aly For two years, this was what we had. I grew in my job. Diane studied and took classes. One night a week, we had each other. Whatever night it would be depended on my schedule, of course, because Diane always made time for me. That’s not to say that she was cloying or needy […]Read more "How Summer Rains"
At the age of 39, my great-grandfather, Arthur, went to the hospital to have his tonsils taken out. I imagine they’d been troubling him often and he just couldn’t stand it anymore. He was a coal freight agent for the Chicago Eastern Illinois Railroad. His wife, Alice, 37, and their two children, ten-year-old June and fourteen-year-old […]Read more "Alice"
we live in body storage stacked bedrooms and balconies under grey summer skies. tufts of wild clouds hang an old man’s silvery eyebrow over the jaundiced eye of dimmed sunlight threaded with black and tangled storms. amber-lit, square windows filled with soft, rounded people in a North Chicago apartment building. multi-lingual televisions yell behind doors […]Read more "Rainy Chicago Summer, 1980"
Rachel Durchslag founded the Chicago Alliance Against Sexual Exploitation (CAASE) in 2006. Six years later, CAASE is transforming Chicago’s response to prostitution, sex trafficking and sexual assault. To learn more, go to http://www.caase.org. Q. Why do you do what you do? A. I saw a film about human trafficking, and I was haunted. Then I found Chicago was […]Read more "Interview with Rachel Durchslag"
I’ve never been to Boston, but I had planned on living there. My senior year of high school, Berklee College of Music was my post-graduation ideal. I bookmarked their homepage on my AOL account and would frequently revisit the same information and photos of the compact and neat dorm rooms, complete with a guitar stand […]Read more "The Big City"
Winter break: Back to upstate New York at last, at least for an hour, to write about two sisters and a small rusty town in the Appalachia. Strange that it all started on a plane ride to Chicago in September. Plane rides do wondrous things for my writing. The spaciousness of my bird’s eye view […]Read more "Multiple Burners"
We PDXXers are besotted with writing and this preoccupation takes its hours and notebook pages (or, more likely, computer memory), and butt soreness from sitting so long (I’ve never quite mastered the art of biking and writing). Kait, Sarah, and I have especially lost our minds this month, for a little event called NaNoWriMo. I […]Read more "My Love for Lists"