Spring Twilight West of Chicago

Anybody that passes it is struck by the neon glow. It’s either that or the massive, illuminated, black and white sign against the aged teal siding. It looks like a regular house. While people have seen shadowy figures in the attic windows long after close, it doesn’t stop them from cramming into every last space

The Edge of the Wood

This is a piece that I wrote and performed at my local open mic night. It took place at a small coffeehouse that I haunt in Illinois, in southwest Chicagoland, in the western suburbs, south of the rivers and canals, and northeast of the westernmost Cook County forest preserves. I went early to work with

CIBO DE GIUSEPPE!

So about a year ago, I really threw myself at food. I had just returned from an incredible two week jaunt through Germany, Italy and Holland, and wanted to try to recapture some of the most delicious things that I had tasted and for which I had fallen madly in love. It starts with heavier

An Inkling from an Inker, that Tinkers with Drinkers and Plinkers.

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