I’m writing now sometimes, mostly on a park bench somewhere nearby. I like the peaceful tranquility of this beautiful day, the subtle mist in the air as we go into winter. Just outside Gomper's park some Mexican dayworkers were seeking manual labor work, and some of them secretly conducted board meetings at the banks of the Chi river to indulge in liquid oblivion. I couldn't quite grok the maths if you're in desperate ways how you can afford to purchase booze. If you have the resourcefulness to acquire liquor while strapped you could use such for more constructive pursuits. I wouldn't touch a drop of booze if my life depended on it and my family were depending on me I thought. And an … Read More →
Archives for November 2018
Autumn is trickling in, like it always does… Sometimes it comes on a subtle wind, with the flirtation of what lies ahead, the faint whisper of winter ahead. It permeates with the fading of summer, which was for me the season of life, of possibilities, of a carelessness I seemed to have lost with my youth. autumn is the only season I felt immense dislike and incredible love for. For me it was cackling leaves blowing in the wind, it was me being the park bench poet who wrote what he saw instead of how I once used to, which was to draw. I’m reminded of. Nostalgist melancholies that come unprovoked when I looked into the windows of families enjoying a simple meal, how I took those for gra … Read More →
I traveled back in time architecturally In the belly of this abysmal relic trafficked by Traffickers in human misery and witty, sanitized bantering we freed this crack cocaine dealer, hurray! Win win/lose-win/win-lose and lose all over again This thievery corporation desperately seeking chump change In the pockets of average citizens Wrong people in the wrongest places I’m in the liberal white judges courtroom His mood swings sway this way and that like a pendulum In his chambers…a secret decanter full of brown liquor mask the evil decisions he’s grown accustomed to make The lawyers are conducting a secret cosplay contest of who seems most legit, whose suit speaks the most … Read More →
To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven: A time to be born, a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted; A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance; A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing; A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away; A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak; A time to love, and a time to hate; A time of war, and a time of peace.
Working on… A series I simply call Places. Sometimes I can really be a nostalgist, I chock it up to being a writer…and as such, we tend to live in different places. For me, I remember places I’ve visited growing up, places that just were. We occupied them, and shared a moment with people, some maybe mundane and others more special even though they are less thought of nowadays. In our busy lives, and a culture of immediacy and preoccupation with distraction we forget about the places that once were…special, unique, pivotal, that we can hardly imagine our lives without the moments had. Some for me were easy enough, and they form a kind of road map of my early timeline. Sulzer Librar … Read More →
What is it that we call loneliness. It can't simply be the absence of others, you can be alone and not lonely, and you can be among people and yet be lonely. So what is it? ... it isn't only that others are there, that they fill up the space next to us. But even when they celebrate us or give advice in a friendly conversation, clever, sensitive advice: even then we can be lonely. So loneliness is not something simply connected with the presence of others or with what they do. Then what? What on earth? … Read More →
I’ll be leaving Chicago in upcoming months, precisely when is yet to be determined and based on a range of logistical variables. I’ve come to really disagree with + greatly disdain the city I grew up in, and most Chicagoan's hate it just as much if not far more than this and for very legit reason. I've laid plans within plans for relocating to NC, where my family relocated for some time now and are thriving there. I get asked why as a knee jerk reaction, as though the very notion of relocation were somehow likened to boarding an interstellar space cruiser and going on a ten year journey into the farthest reaches of the universe, toward a distant habitable class M planet. I've wanted to get … Read More →