It’s Been Such a Long Time

It’s Been Such a Long Time

You expect the sand to be forgiving, but it will claim all of you, everything you have while your mind is fixed on the incandescent glow of the horizon.   You expect the clouds to be protecting, the shade on your shoulders burns deeper than the sun’s hues. but the...
Depression in Chicago

Depression in Chicago

Last week I quit my job in the Senate to become a writer. I left Washington – dumped my things in a storage unit – and now I live in a backpack and am in Chicago. I’m attending a lecture at Northwestern, learning about May 27, 1977 in Angola, and I am considering...
Hurricane Sandy

Hurricane Sandy

Afterward, we worm into the basement of a Mr. Ted Kessler. He watches us pick apart relic from rubble, relent- less relievers, subduing a hoarseness   of tone. Here is his moldy rocking chair. Did he sit here once? To watch the sea romance the sand? We ask now: Does...