October 26th, 2018 § permalink
The tree is on the corner of Harmony Boulevard and Ravinia Road — they give the streets silly names in the graveyard.
I read a few more of the names into the recorder I brought with me that ride day in July, but I couldn’t find the good recorder that morning. What tape I have is minutes of crackling and wind. I make out odd words like “pine cones,” “birds,” “Symphony Shores” and “I ask why, but HUSBAND Harry Davies (1880-1949) won’t answer.”
I’m typing this in October and I can’t remember why I found the graveyard so loving. » Read the rest of this entry «
June 6th, 2018 § permalink
A boy of maybe 12 or 13 grabbed a handful of penis-shaped salt and pepper shakers and set them by the Virgin Mary. » Read the rest of this entry «
May 14th, 2018 § permalink
She’s setting up for the morning, spreading cowboy hats around the shop, dusting off the ones wrapped in plastic, slowly inspecting each and slowly placing the finest on a stick to slowly lift them up to the display hooks ringing the top of her cage. » Read the rest of this entry «
November 15th, 2017 § permalink
There is a spot where the dollar stores no longer have chain-link fences and concertina wire rounding their roofs.
There’s a place along Illinois Route 1 — Halsted Street to Chicagoans — where the dollar stores just become dollar stores, no extra security needed in metal and mesh. Then there’s a place further north where they disappear entirely. » Read the rest of this entry «
