What I’m Reading. What I’m Thinking.

It was not natural. And she was the first… A poet can read. A poet can write. A poet is African in Africa, or Irish in Ireland, or French on the left bank of Paris, or white in Wisconsin. A poet writes in her own…

#BLACKOUT.

I’ve read several opinions on SOPA/PIPA for weeks. I may be off in my read of it, but below is my letter to Senator Schumer urging his withdrawal of support of this bill. I’m sharing it here. Read the bill. Section 103 is SCARY. I’m…

semantics. mcshemantics.

As I read accounts on the standoff between public union supporters and the governor of my home state, I kinda winced at a word: prosperity. In a write-up about the billionaire Koch Brothers, the NYT cites a letter sent by Charles Koch, appealing to conservative…

on, wisconsin!

  America’s new Bellwether State, remains in a detente: Senate Democrats remained in hiding in Illinois, preventing the chamber from taking up a budget bill that includes provisions they view as an attack on public sector unions. And Assembly Democrats began a marathon session of…

now you are free…

One Tuesday afternoon in 1981, while Taslin and I played with what I remember were Barbies, cutting old socks making them into sweater dresses, we heard a wail from the top floor of our apartment building on Teutonia Avenue. I never heard anyone cry like…

‘it wasn’t just a man, it was a movement…’

For some reason, this poem demanded a reread for me while reading and listening to various takes/tributes for MLK Day this year: The End and the Beginning After every war someone has to clean up. Things won’t straighten themselves up, after all. Someone has to…

scattered thoughts on moderation and restoring sanity.

I had every intention of going to DC for the Rally to Restore Sanity. The spectacle and clarion call, the gathering of moderates was seductive. However, in typical moderate fashion, I didn’t figure out a plan to get there. By the time I realized I…

Kevin Coval: A Post-Olympic Plan for a City Under Siege

via huffingtonpost.com There’s a special place in my heart for the Second City. Born and raised just 90 minutes north of Chicago, my family and I would find ourselves on somewhere on the South Side, crammed around a kitchen table at my favorite aunt’s house….

Do More…

Beyonce was inspired. You could feel it. The President and First Lady felt it. So much so, that they had to end their little, sexy two-step slow dance groove to acknowledge it. She found her voice. And then some: “He makes me want to be…