Pique like a kid sitting on the floor at the Scholastic Fair debating stealing a book because he can’t afford it eats public assistance at lunch can already see the looks of shame on the faces of his parents when they walk into the principal’s office so he doesn’t so he puts it back and tries to picture imagined worlds his mind won’t be shown. … Continue reading Pique/Peek/Peak

Ode to Des Plaines

We’ve got locust plagues in the form of summertime cicadas that sap the will to live with their cries before attaching themselves to shirt backs, the car seats of those foolish enough to crack the windows of their AC-less beaters. Yearly deluges from the Des Plaines River, to the point where canoe is viable transport. Wailing and gnashing of teeth in the unincorporated part of … Continue reading Ode to Des Plaines