An underreported story of the lived experience of children of political activists who embrace violence as a tool of resistance. (review by Karen Paley)
Author: Another Chicago Magazine
my real-time palimpsest of human misery
my tonight we’ll go behind the scenes
of my mass grave hospital livestreaming
in a theater of war near you my tent city
(poetry)
In the kid culture I experienced, we all knew each other’s religion, but it was not a significant separator, or even a reliable indicator, as to who you were likely to befriend. Greater significance might be tethered to whether you rooted for the White Sox or the Cubs. (nonfiction)
“No book, simply by being read, can affect such a transformation. Vincenz’s book does.”
(review by Raymond Barfield)
Someone pulls me
from the dream
of riding
a winged horse
into an ambulance.
(poetry)
In the morning Hank Jenkins sold me a ten-foot by sixteen-foot United States flag and cautioned me about terrorists. (fiction)
After a long hospitalization, my father returns home to die on January 2025’s coldest day—the Thursday after Orthodox Christmas. The packed snow on the steep, gravel driveway leading to his house is a slick, icy sheet… (nonfiction/Ukraine)
I see Jesus watching people sell grilled chicken and nutritional porridge.
I see Jesus watching people trade real estate.
(poetry)
there are no street ads anymore,
except for advertisements for death and patriotism.
this is our, no one else’s, autumn.
I’m a bit queasy from freedom,
from undercooked pasta with stew and raw water.
under artillery shelling
we are all as free as wheat,
as trees and birds,
(poetry/translations/Ukraine)
And in the immediate aftermath of the divorce, Real Adam understood that if ever there were a time to start again—to remake himself—it was now. Among friends, I took to calling my new experience Life 2.0. Like a software update.
(nonfiction)
