glass canyons glisten the sun has found its place over the lake I’m swept away by a wave of humanity moving through shadows while seeking my fortune each building reaches upwards into a blue, cloudless sky I’m chasing dreams a...
Read MoreI suppose it was young when it happened when O’Leary’s cow kicked over the lantern and the city burned. Our fifth-grade teacher said it happened around the northside of the Loop. Carl Sandberg called it the City of Broad...
Read MoreI sweep up the crumbs hiding in corners unseen in the shadows to create a crusty mound * open the back door and in one motion it’s launched in the air to nourish the birds searching for food in winter. * I can never resist the...
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My son was never into toy cars, not even when he was a little kid. I always thought all kids liked stuff they could throw or move around, so it was kind of strange to me. He had this massive collection of fancy toy cars that he...
Read MoreAt the top of the hill where Twain would write for twenty-some summers, the wind has a voice, and in the distance, vague echoes of life being lived in the valley below. Sound, like heat, rises and the music of solitude here is...
Read MoreHaving missed the herd every day thus far, I’m staked out, beer and camera in hand, ears pricked, ready for anything. My doors are open, all creatures welcome, and that goes double for the red foxes said to visit the Farm....
Read MoreI. Hiking at seventy-three, the next ridge looks like the last if you allow yourself to think how Twain, robust as he was, died in bed at seventy-four. As a young man you were able to tackle mountains by the ankles, not even...
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