A month will become a year.
(nonfiction)
Author: Another Chicago Magazine
If I come across someone I make sure I am the first to ask about the screams.
(nonfiction)
We hold our breath, if the road’s too narrow.
(nonfiction)
We take an image of your chest each day.
(nonfiction)
With ISIS defeated and the conflict in Syria dwindling, this should have been a bustling season.
(nonfiction)
When she tires of reading, she comes over to burp in my ear.
(nonfiction)
“I wonder where we go when we die,” Calvin once said to Hobbes.
(nonfiction)
So if Henry is neither in the woods, nor alone, what exactly, is he doing?
(The Loop)
The earthquake woke us on the sixth day of the pandemic.
(nonfiction)
“The nationalist is mired,” writes reviewer David Kirby. “But the patriot is in motion, which may explain why Marcus’s prose tears along at a breakneck pace and then collapses in exhaustion.”
(review)
Give me your germs
(nonfiction)
Ritter and her companions rely on seals they shoot for survival.
(nonfiction)
They’re always baking, said The Stand Mixer.
(nonfiction)
Rural populations tend to have higher rates per capita of the elderly, disabled, and people with other health problems.
(nonfiction)
A sedative floods her veins
(nonfiction)
You know the one we mean.
(nonfiction)
Keep it secret, keep it safe:
(poetry)
So many notes on a violin resonate with open strings that I aim to make as many notes as possible luminous
(nonfiction)
When I borrowed his car, Rush Limbaugh’s scraping bass would erupt at full volume
(nonfiction)
I tried folding up and taping a Siemens vacuum cleaner bag over my mouth and nose, something The Wirecutter said to use only under “desperate” circumstances.
(nonfiction)
And not one protection / has come to them / nothing sound
(poetry)
“‘The Deep,'” writes reviewer D.M. Kiely, is “a harrowing fantasy epic of hate and war, and a gentle, nervous love story.”
(review)
There are only two things I can think about right now. One, a Carolina wren…
Width of a queen-size mattress: five feet
(nonfiction)
Last week, we had a grammar unit on expressing desires and regrets. I wish, we hope, if only.
(nonfiction)
I count the bodies and try to make sense of the math: 144,926 is not a lucky number.
(nonfiction)
How many pictures? How much? How long?
(nonfiction)
It takes our breath away, virus or not. And nobody knows how to make the virus go away. And nobody knows when it’s leaving, or what it will look like tomorrow.
(The Loop)
We had to wear N95 masks for days on end because the air was so polluted.
(nonfiction)
I have proof that the days are there, one after the other
(nonfiction)
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