It’s been a very rough and harrowing three weeks since both President Donald Trump and Illinois Governor J.B. Pritzker have decried this stay-at-home order. And people have been listening too, to some degree. Subway trains and buses are virtually empty, each time I’ve looked up and noticed, while on nightly walks around my neighborhood. Chicagoans are heeding the warning, as are most in our...
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It’s been one of those weeks and perhaps, I’ll be saying months soon enough, but for now, I’ll say weeks. As we pull into martial law or perhaps more appropriately, lockdown, in America, week one, I’ve already felt the brunt of it and even in the simplicity of writing an email to my Uncle Mickey, as simple as writing something in the subject line, in which I wrote something to ponder-a friend...
Read MoreEditor’s Note-It’s been a very long time since I have published poetry on this blog, Just as I have started posting essays, so I shall begin posting poems. And this poem, Scars, is the best way to start.As always, enjoy. Hidden away from the world, she confides in me her desire to love and be lovedHow long it’s been since she’s kissed a boy for feeling like a broken toy on the ground...
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–> A death of a loved one is not an easy dilemma to deal with. It comes in many forms however, not just human. Having said that, I’d met Jim Gautier nearly 25 years ago in Chicago at No Exit, on a Wednesday night, during an open mic session. I’d been going to these sessions since 1988 either by myself or with friends, to read my poetry and/or just listen to other words. I had a habit in...
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It’s been a rough week.I have embraced and enveloped death at least three times. Death of a budding relationship, death of a close friend’s mother and death of a community radio station. I don’t always like starting my week out like that, but so it goes, so goes my nation. Each death symbolizes a small part of life that has been ultimately snuffed out.In this segment, I’ll tell you about part...
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