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