Corsets of snow belly-bust traffic in Chicago,
mercifully blurring the blocky derangements
of Mies van der Rohe’s window arrangements.
You look from Floor 23 down at Michigan Avenue,
wax maudlin for a p […]

For the seventh time I have pierced
My heart, bleeding and beating
Autonomous of my rib cage.
Yet despite the pain,
My tears are gilded on a face
Lily white
And no matter how I am pierced
I still think the […]

Nature itself is meaningless; it is only as we interpret it that it has meaning.
John Canaday, What is Art?

In our side yard a walnut grows. Higher than the house, it is 104 inches in circumference at chest […]