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Chicagoetry: Carl Sandburg and Marilyn Monroe
By J.J. Tindall
Gods often die this way.Posted on March 15, 2010
Chicagoetry: St. Catherine of My Cock
By J.J. Tindall
Queen Slut of Babylon.Posted on February 16, 2010
Chicagoetry: Son Of St. Francis Of My Ass
By J.J. Tindall
Hell beyond the last suburb.Posted on February 12, 2010
Chicagoetry: St. Francis of My Ass
By J.J. Tindall
Nobody but me slams my door.Posted on February 4, 2010
Chicagoetry: Life
By J.J. Tindall
Bucktown dawn is dusk in Asia Minor.Posted on January 20, 2010
Chicagoetry: Funeral For A Bastard Year
Let the mud-soaked maggots feast.Posted on December 29, 2009
Chicagoetry: Bad
Wide awake. Not sleeping.Posted on December 8, 2009
Chicagoetry: Gleam
I and I accommodate the pratfalls of desire.Posted on November 10, 2009
Chicagoetry: Illumination
Then the Old Post Office became a sphinx.Posted on October 15, 2009
Chicagoetry: The Picture of Dorian Grey
The Invisible Man doing whatever it takes backstage to get the Fix put in.Posted on September 30, 2009
Chicagoetry: Oasis
Oak Park vs. my Humboldt Park garage.Posted on September 14, 2009
Chicagoetry: The Longest Spring
Send not to know where the lost season went.Posted on September 2, 2009
Chicagoetry: Shangri La Shattered
A hoary hard-on replete with billboards and price-points.Posted on August 11, 2009
Chicagoetry: White Dream
City of Brass Balls, Narcissus of Cloudgate.Posted on July 20, 2009
Chicagoetry: Carnivale
I crave release from the heft of dreams.Posted on June 29, 2009
Chicagoetry: The Cloud Ulysses
Buried in Grant's Tomb. Living in Grant Park.Posted on June 2, 2009
Chicagoetry: Ode To A Hoover Bagless Cyclonic Action Quik-Broom With On-Board Tools
Every street light up Pulaski for forty blocks is lit.Posted on May 19, 2009
Chicagoetry: A Murder Of Tulips
Chicago is ego. My resume is obsolete.Posted on May 11, 2009
Chicagoetry: Rain
Just states of mind, but absolutely real.Posted on April 28, 2009
Chicagoetry: Dream Diary
Amy Sedaris on her bike in West Humboldt Park.Posted on April 13, 2009
Chicagoetry: Black Spring
By J J Tindall
I followed the star to the Empty Bottle.Posted on March 19, 2009
Chicagoetry: Intimations
By J J Tindall
The tyranny of assaulting air.Posted on February 24, 2009
Chicagoetry: Pigeon
By J J Tindall
PIGEON I scanned a bronze and teal pigeon at loiter on the black snow. I blanched at reports from a pistol in the alley. I remain enhanced, wait, enchanted By the night skyline Pixelated...Posted on February 2, 2009
Chicagoetry: J.J. Tindall Is
By J J Tindall
Many things you are not.Posted on January 26, 2009
Chicagoetry: My New Job
By J J Tindall
Busted. Boned. Bereaved.Posted on January 12, 2009
Chicagoetry: Wonderland
By J J Tindall
How do I party with the holiday crowd?Posted on December 16, 2008
Chicagoetry: Elegy For Studs
By J J Tindall
This came to you from Chicago.Posted on November 14, 2008
Chicagoetry: Inaugural
By J J Tindall
Bind up our wounds.Posted on November 5, 2008
Chicagoetry: Life With Bon Scott
By J J Tindall
AC/DC in the pocket from Naperville to Rockford.Posted on October 27, 2008
Chicagoetry: Silent Supernova Symphony
By J J Tindall
Advantage, Chicago.Posted on October 7, 2008
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