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martyrs

In a coffee shop on Michigan Avenue, a man stops and stares and shares his amazement that I am using a pen. I thought no one still… he says. Then, in a palace that was built for books, a photo … Continue reading

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a lecture on metaphysics

Nobody to write for but strangers Ithought including myself I thinkhappening upon an old philosopherreminiscing. An Oklahoma boy,he happened upon Chicagoat just the time Gertrude Steinwas hired to lecture on grammarhere, where there was he seems to think there there … Continue reading

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samples

Where material in this collection has been published, sources are indicated so you can track them down. If the material is already published online, the link will, in most cases, take you to the site where it is published. Whether … Continue reading

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he says walk

the buddha nature of threesmall sparrows is notlost in the shadows of ten thousand casinos here. theylive on the excess, notthe kindness of strangers. and the strung out blues man from Chicago,buddha himself, sucking on the sweetest thinghe can find … Continue reading

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what do you think you’re doing?

I was on my way to the Point to take advantage of a bright Winter day in Chicago when I ran into a poet friend I hadn’t seen for some time. He was on his cellphone, so I didn’t expect … Continue reading

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stop

When those towers came down,cities stopped to considerthey could be next. Theirabsence centered conversationsin streams of Michigan Avenue pedestrianshurrying half a continent away, away.          Four years later, every train in Chicagois on a heightened state of security, but onlynewscasters speak of … Continue reading

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