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A decade, at minimum, was how long their notes had transpired.Still, they all knew how it would end.

What I'm going to do is grab this eight-year-old fellow down the block, and declare him a candidate for this Presidential campaign. I'll be his campaign manager, and our whole message will be based on the First Streetlight platform. It's old school but very…

Pictures of war correspondents from The Tribune, and colonial photographs in a fruit crate

Irrational Obligations In honor of National Pi Day Any excuse for a circle, a way to pinch the day. They are calling it something like a celebration only with bigger words and too many numbers to count. We'll have to approximate the amount of joy …

The sometimes shiver that arrives from awkward silences and the more often cold that comes from midwestern winters.

I study the architecture of hunger. I listen to intuitions. I have a map of heaven and a map of hell and they are the same map.

On this day, a blinding sky holds ribbed reams of clouds, staccato against staggering blue.

So what happensTo the VFWIn a global economyAnd the monumentsErected in reverenceAfter the boysWho became menCame back homeTo be fathersThen grandfathersGreat-grandfathersAnd start to fall awayAs the days creep byThat petty paceOf politics as usualFamily DiasporasAnd maybe…

I was setting up a mattress and a lamp in the balcony of my house because a boy, G., told me he was coming to fuck me.

I became infamous, in certain circles, for what I achieved, maybe more so for what I did not. I invented a dating service for seniors called “Carbon Dating.” I wrote a book called “What Real Estate Did for Me,” which was very brief and to the point. It

When I bumped my head I almost fell to the ground Not so much stars As flashes of lights That looked like sparklers My mother chasing the dog She never catches it The cat sits on a nearby chair It's head moving as the dog does …

They wink at me as if to share/ a cosmic joke whose punch line’s still/ a couple dozen light years out

To politicians who think things will stop, When they finally let slip and drop - this government of ours we call The ultimate power of them all.

Uncles. Cousins. Enos. No matter how loosely a net is woven, eventually the strands come together again.