Where there is a road sign, I ignore it.
Eighty MPH in the countryside – running
dark and in radio silence just for the hum

A sad song, if you’re in the mood. Experiment: comment if you listened.

I’ve had assignments for the paper nearly everyday lately, so here’s some of the things I’ve been pointing my camera at while on the clock.

As I take an editorial step back, we find a chapter of Magictown in which a dream is had, an ultimatum is given, and an unwilling partnership is formed.

One day, we will collide.
There is nothing that can
be done to prevent this.

If all of my personalities were introverted, socially inept egotists I wonder if anyone would be able to tell the difference.

This week is a work in progress. Piano groove with drums. Check back for final next week!

Nephew of Lightning Hopkins, this legendary Delta blues man is still at it after more than 80 years making music.

This post contains the outline of the remaining chapters of MAGICTOWN, rebuilt this weekend after I lost the original in a harddrive crash a few months back. Fair warning: this will spoil the rest of the book for you.

A five month dry spell
is moving hours
in several goes

Close your eyes for me
Be still and know he’ll come back
Try and close your eyes for me.

The fate of Elvis’s favorite ride, Libertyland’s historic wooden roller coaster, the Zippin Pippin, has been contentious.

We’re frozen at home today, so here’s a Fast Fiction piece I have to share. MAGICTOWN is back next week.

The man, the myth, the legend.

Apparently, crawling back and begging works for some. I’m not that guy. Yet.

Most of my assignments lately have centered around the rare Winter weather that blew into town.

A 200 word cautionary viking tale about the dangers of too much drink. Taken from the current run of my Fast Fiction challenge.

On feet not built for back seats,
Courtney, Andrew, Emily and I
scrambled across a rain-swept
Chicago Loop parking lot
looking for Andrew’s car.