I dreamed the sun, very low, / painting me a mustache of sweat and coal. (poetry)
Author: Another Chicago Magazine
I wondered aloud / if on those odds days / where I felt like a hunted squid / that what I was actually feeling / was Light Cerulean Blue.
(poetry)
I see that the innocent face / beneath the long-brimmed, straw hat / does not seem to know it is raining.
(poetry)
All the other cool calm quite sensible terms had stable gigs in respectable stories.
(poetry)
I can ring you up for / what fits in the bag. The rest is your responsibility.
(poetry)
20th century monk / High Priest of Art / The Legendary Master— / in his bare immaculate altar of a studio / in the heart of New York City.
(poetry)
I know what it’s like to be had, to be misused and unused.
(drama)
Humanizing the effects of Chicago gun violence, editor Chris Green chose a form for his latest anthology that mirrors the way a semi-automatic weapon fires. Interviewed by Donald G. Evans.
I look to the nearby hill, past her and the highway, and watch it blacken. Its lines are clean and honest.
(fiction)
Ghosts stories/told around the campfire/predicted my future.
(poetry)
