To me it was like returning to a burning house to get just one more thing—though I was afraid of what I couldn’t see rather than any blinding smoke.
Category: Archive
The ground was frozen. Her body became the same.
(nonfiction)
We panicked all evening, clearing our throats, secretly gargling with hydrogen peroxide.
(The Loop)
“I’m doing fine. You just need to worry about me getting arrested for shooting one of these fucking turkeys who are buying up all the toilet paper.”
(nonfiction)
Maybe if I’m busy thinking about COVID-19, I won’t have room to think about the living, screaming person that will soon detach itself from my own person.
(nonfiction)
After all, as Camus reminds us, plague never really dies.
(nonfiction)
All night long I replayed the five minutes we had spent at this tourist attraction, trying to remember if I had gotten close to any strangers.
(nonfiction)
My wife, who is usually in charge of buying groceries, seemed perplexed by some of my purchases for outlasting the apocalypse.
(nonfiction)
How does one “shelter in place” when one has limited shelter?
(nonfiction)
The coronavirus has made me feel more connected to the world than I have felt in a long time.
(nonfiction)
What if, having escaped Hitler, Gidon is killed by a microscopic bug?
Each panel felt a little like The Decameron, where we listened and told stories while the weight of the plague swung over us like a poorly-anchored chandelier.
(nonfiction)
“Love As The World Ends”
“If This Next Apocalypse Gets Canceled Or Postponed”
(nonfiction)
“Would you like to go for a dinner, let’s say in one or two months, if restaurant will be reopened by that time?” I imagine he would ask.
(nonfiction)
And I was looking for barbarians. I still am. I always am. I’ve seen so many. Haven’t you?
(The Loop)
ACM is pleased as punch that we get to publish Leanne Grabel’s work every month.
(The Loop)
Bike riders get a chance to see the sites of the 1919 Chicago riots.
(The Loop)
Overlooked buildings on Chicago’s South Side, photographed by Lee Bey from his book “Southern Exposure”
Graphic essay mashup of an early 1950s pulp comic book and text from legendary Argentinian art collective Tucumán Arde.
(The Loop)
On 17 July 1936, the day the Spanish Civil War broke out, W. H. Auden arrived, by milk cart, to Hólar. He spent the morning inspecting the wooden carvings in the local church. Their violence shocked him.
When he returned to his hotel for lunch, he found the staff busily preparing for the arrival of a small party of Nazis.
(The Loop)
Addressing one of the US’s true emergencies, five former mayors told Chicago how they had reduced the murder rate in their cities.
(The Loop)
It’s 1957 and I remember it this way . . .
(The Loop)
Whenever I heard “Michael Cohen” it was if it were a name not my own.
(The Loop)
It’s always interesting to hear the term “free market” used in The New York Times, as well as other major media outlets. It’s rarely, if ever, done in a negative sense.
Birds on a Wire
There’s an image I saw somewhere online: two or three dozen blackbirds are perched up on powerlines. All are on the highest powerline except for one; on the bottom wire, there’s a lone blackbird smack in the middle. A caption reads, “Who did you notice more?”
Sometimes pain blunts my memory of myself.
I’m not trying to minimize your woes, but I’ll see your bad knees and rosacea and raise you no boobs, scar tissue, and fragile post-chemo hair.
“The safest way for you to golf is with a physician by your side,” he replied.
If you take down Confederate statues, who gets on the pedestal? Steve Harvey reports on Madre Luz.
Another Chicago Magazine 