Five weeks ago, one of my students was murdered. Shot in the head by supposed friends. Last week, the local police chief was quoted in a newspaper article as saying, “Now, things are back to normal.” They are not. And I don’t think they should be. We lost Shamar. He was bright, hilarious, and ... Read More about Normalcy
Writing Archives
Meanwhile, Back in Chicago
The homeless man on the corner playing the harmonica (oh freedom) while his deeply devoted dog listens lovingly The waitress at Clark's on Belmont stereotypically chewing gum (from the ... Read More about Meanwhile, Back in Chicago
The Old Guitarist
The first time I saw youI wept at seeing my reflectionPure and unsulliedIn shades of blue and greyWe were shriveled and oldDressed in rags with nothing leftBut musicYou authentic and me a well-done fake You changed meAnd you are now the portrait ofWhat I was but not who I am ... Read More about The Old Guitarist
Easter Weekend
A few years ago, I laughed When a friend told me about two-for-one Rolling Rocks At the local bar On Easter weekend. Several years ago, I cried When a friend was devastated by a Complete Stranger Who took both of their lives On Easter weekend. Last year, I smiled When a child was excited by ... Read More about Easter Weekend
Saturday
the silence is deafening.the darkness is blinding.there are no words. ... Read More about Saturday