Tag Archives: Chicago

“The slightest trace of what you once believed”

Two weeks from today will be my last day at work, and then I’m unemployed. I’ll be packing up my life to chase a dream, once again, to a new place. Some things never change. I could have written that paragraph 3 or 4 times before #Life went on hiatus (Like this). I’m still the […]

The Importance of Failing, or, Waking the Flailing Beast

At the beginning of April, I hadnt written a poem in six months. It’s an awful feeling, knowing that I essentially ignored a huge part of who I am, who I want to be. But ignored isn’t the right word. On several occasions, I stared into a legal pad with my favorite pen in hand, […]

The last I saw of Gainesville

Goodbyes are peculiar. They can be casual or serious, temporary or permanent. They can be filled with emotion. They can be over-thought. I have a friend who likes to scream “Goodbye forever!” whenever she leaves the presence of anyone. Just in case. You could die, she could die, or maybe the continent is going to […]

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Here I am, living in the Chicago suburbs with Jean. It’s been a month now. More than a month. I don’t think it’s been two yet, but I could be wrong. Honestly, I’ve not been keeping track. When I finally made it here after leaving my job in Gainesville, I stopped counting. For the last […]

Freedom and fear as synonyms

Today, I woke up unemployed. With no job waiting for me, I am in the final stages of packing everything I own and moving halfway across the country. Again. This time, instead of moving for a job, I am moving because it’s what I want to do. What I need to do. Even though I […]

Making a move in the near future, I hope

Whenever someone approaches me on the streets of Columbia with a clipboard or a coffee can, I wish I had a button. “I vote in Illinois and I live paycheck to paycheck.” It’s not that I’m opposed to signing ballot petitions or donating money, it’s just that I can’t because of where I am in […]