My Romantic Bermuda Triangle

All the men I went out with between 2011 and 2013 met me on Buena Avenue between Broadway and Sheridan. I have been on so many dates on this block. So many dates. An impossible number of dates. An original Lifetime TV movie marathon’s worth of dates. Except none of the guys I went out … Read more

Five Truths and a Lie About Paxton Avenue

1When Uber drivers drop me off on my block, they ask me if I’m sure I know where I’m going. Do you live here? Is it safe? Are you visiting? I hate these questions. They’re right, though. This is not my block. I live with one of my best friends, the poet Nate Marshall, on … Read more

Urban Drift

As a flâneuse — one who drifts aimlessly for great distances through city streets — I like few pursuits better than setting aside an entire day, ideally no less than eight full hours, ideally with my best flâneur friend and fellow poet, Eric Plattner, to wander observantly from point to point. Among the psychogeographer’s most beloved emotions is curiosity; … Read more

Worst Year Ever

So many streets in Chicago carry themselves across the length or breadth of the city. They stretch for miles, changing with the geography or, at the very least, adding a lane of traffic. But not Elaine Place. Never Elaine Place. It is a one-block street between Roscoe and Cornelia, east of Halsted and west of … Read more

The Wild West

I moved to Chicago in the summer of 2012 without realizing that’s what was happening. I was simply visiting a guy I liked, not imagining that I’d postpone my flight home to Paris twice and that we’d get married eight weeks later. This is to say that my first walks around town were tourist walks, … Read more

Chasing Butterflies

I turned west off Western avenue beneath the railroad bridge that spans 26th Street, drove a few blocks, and then turned right past the Lawndale Gardens row house projects, where shirtless guys were hooping not far from Washtenaw Park. Washtenaw Park is a city playground — there aren’t many trees. Nor is there a garden in Lawndale … Read more

Vanished City

I was 30 pages into Denis Johnson’s first novel, Angels, when I discovered that one of the scenes takes place in the very same neighborhood, on the very same block, where I currently live, near the corner of Clark and Wilson in Uptown. It is here that a drifter named Bill Houston pulls out a … Read more

Southern Comfort

I’d come to 75th Street beset by a craving for caramel cake, my ultimate sugar fix, a cherished token of the South I left behind three years ago. I found my quarry at Brown Sugar Bakery, where they call it “carmel cake”: two tall yellow layers, generously iced. The woman behind the counter cut a … Read more

A Poem for 71st and Wabash

the block a loose square packed like sardines. loose screw people keep up the pace. people know a streetlight’s bedtime like a back hand road. people know parole don’t keep the cartel sleep. moms say we’re sick for picking a block with such a back story. the building shot up. last year before demolition. the … Read more