Some Verses on a Plague Night Walk

When the sodium lights first come on Those are the moments  Those moments of departed daylight Departed vision  Those adolescent moments of endless Possibility . Each footstep a promise to the future Each breath an assurance of its promise to me . Tonight we walked the twenty-something streets  In those adolescent moments Senses awakening to… Continue reading Some Verses on a Plague Night Walk

Chicago in the Rear-View

Well, it’s all over now save for the thinking. Of course, what is anything but thinking? Walking, eating, even breathing, are just thinking in motion. Travel is no different. The sights, sounds, smells, and feelings we seek by traveling are, at bottom, just another way of thinking through the world. The trip I’ve been thinking… Continue reading Chicago in the Rear-View

Happy Thanksgiving, Grand Marshal Andrew Jackson

King Mob on the Meridian claimingthis land is ours in the affirmative mode which animates eventhe Communists here the three-pounds of flax who wax zen on the temple mounds of the erased  Shuck oysters and weave thefolksonomy of despair from threads golden likethe ever yellow afterglow over the bay belowyou sing of this place like you own it,… Continue reading Happy Thanksgiving, Grand Marshal Andrew Jackson