The poet makes the private life public. I love, oh how I love! And for my love, I suffer.
Category: Thoughts Out Of Season
Ah, yes… some Friday evening Kerouac…
I was sipping a Goose Island, an Urban Pale Ale, while Kerouac tapped out a groovy beat: boom ta-ta, BOOM-! ta-ta… The clouds are pissing down the broken window-glass, as moonbeams run naked across the morning sky… CJ And now,…
A lovely drizzle…
6:01 am… A lovely drizzle patters off the pavement, as I savor the steam that floats above my coffee cup…
Chasing shadows of light…
I wandered city streets chasing shadows of light through alleyways while Led Zeppelin melodies played through my head. How was your day? Now I’m getting ready to soup a few rolls of black and white film.
God Bless My Addiction #464
Junkies perform Holy rituals upon urine-soaked altars like High Priests consecrating sacraments of Blood, Spike, and Flame. Holy, Holy, mother of my God, blessed are you among addictions, and blessed is the fruit of thy womb.
A Chicago demographic profile of North and South Sides
Metra coming from the North Side to the Loop: Passengers: Doctors, lawyers, accountants, veterinarians, counselors, and bank executives –Â Generally energetic, and in good health. Advertisements: Cars, vacations, and clothes. Metra coming from the South Side to the Loop: Passengers: Construction…
Social documentary photography takes things to a new level
I just received another email from a family member who found their loved-one on my website. They are inquiring as to their well-being. Social documentary photography takes things to a new level. All of a sudden my photography became a…
I failed yesterday…
I failed yesterday… and it’s still bothering me. I usually keep a good supply of clean rigs on me, so when I’m out in the field I can help with harm reduction by passing out clean needles. I ran out…