Metro Paris, Nord-Sud

Poetry: Paris or bust, you sonofabitch

Paris or bust, you sonofabitch You can’t end so begin again a momentary shot break the damages, the damage of loved ones and hidden roads. Will you dream of me when you’re sick when you’re drugged when you’re hungover? When you’re beyond me and sitting in Paris and choking on a piece of crusty, dry…

Granada Theater, Chicago

Poetry: Happy in your work

Happy in your work Are there memories of movies that stay with the dead? Slanted lights cutting across crimson velvet youth cajoling each other to keep existential anxiety at bay, the aged escaping but not knowing to or from. Are there stories in the colors of our walls that we will never know? Bright, radiant…

Little Review Anthology

Book Review: The Little Review Anthology

Founded by Margaret Anderson in Chicago in 1914, The Little Review was an experimental literary journal that published many famous and would-be famous names that we still know today, including T.S. Eliot, Ezra Pound and Gertrude Stein. It became most well known for publishing James Joyce’s Ulysses in installments from 1918 to 1920, for which…

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Poetry: And the birds are singing again

And the birds are singing again When god has no speed and the Russians were inert, the sounds ringing in ears cupped on wallsand burning timbers shot through my chest like a diamond pulled from a tooth. Then the sky fell and the blossoms grew and the plagues in our hearts finally took a night…

Not too old

Poetry: Becker’s Folly

Becker’s Folly Young man, you of the combination trousers and yellow-capped motor which drags behind it the sluice of your father, you, youth, parlaying before the dawn with the resemblance of femininity and pure sex, conniving to set out to melt into pavements, revolve through windows, and pass through timelines, why don’t you heed an…