Some days are better than others, some days are worse than others, some days just are. This was going…
April 2, 2003 Ms. Wendy Ainsley Greenmoor Country Club Winnetka, Ill. Dear Ms. Ainsley, I wanted to phone you after…
It’s a sweatpants day Phil launches the football into my memory the slant of the light there is red, not…
meets every Thursday night across from the pizza joint and the all-night gas station. One-by-one, they enter a run-down strip…
This poem is part of the Great Lakes Review’s Narrative Map project. The bike wobbles as he turns his head to…