Would you be happier paying $1,500 for a closet and eating dried beans in a stranger’s city? This is what I’m asking these days. Why are all these graphic designers moving to 35th Street, 32nd Street, 30th Street in my city? The last bartender I met said my neighborhood of origin is a bad one. […]Read more "Every City with a Side"
I dream that Chris Lollie and I sit in a lion’s den. It starts to rain. Chris Lollie and I don’t live too far away from one another, but we’ve never met. At some point in the video, the phone’s camera goes black and you hear Chris yelling for help in a hallway. I watch […]Read more "Poem with Lions"
after Adrienne Rich fox danced between me and the very still water headed north past geese and white-beaked birds leaving V’s in the water, far from the cocker spaniel five minutes before or lighted towers brightening our left sides as we risky walked beneath darker skies, I felt the opaque absence of fear for her […]Read more "a standing still"
“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"
a chemical weep a gated lake drift a littered old heap a walk on the beach a duck’s narrow knees shored on concrete get on the dock look at that fish shiny like trash this freshwater beach a big owner’s dream a weeping sand dune a city-slicked reachRead more "a city-slicked reach"
Oh, I am so chock full of every gruesome spotch on this winter Midwest beach different iterations ………………………….. days swinging by as we fly into the open lake She is my foggiest Memory: no one meant to eat this on their plate, head song smashed against the outside of a door, the brunt of […]Read more "Her Published Life"