I count the bodies and try to make sense of the math: 144,926 is not a lucky number.
(nonfiction)
Author: Another Chicago Magazine
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)
I know how strangers react to a black woman walking a pit bull in a nice neighborhood.
(nonfiction)
Reviewer Mike Puican writes, “‘neckbone’ is a wild, go-anywhere ride that welcomes all readers, black and non-black, to climb in, buckle up, and hang on tight.”
(review)
“As long as I come see the mountains, I’m okay,” was the idea their poetry expressed.
(nonfiction)
Perhaps my biggest secret is that I have a doppelgänger.
(nonfiction)
