By J.J. TindallA strange, somber man named Orion talked about hog futures and fertilizers.
Posted on March 22, 2017
By J.J. TindallBullet spray from a passing Chevrolet?
Posted on March 6, 2017
By J.J. TindallOnly the dead have no regrets.
Posted on February 13, 2017
By J.J. TindallLike some Beaux Arts Brigadoon.
Posted on January 16, 2017
By J.J. TindallLike a Senate, or a City Council.
Posted on January 10, 2017
By J.J. TindallI don't pray, I run.
Posted on December 12, 2016
By J.J. TindallThe dives of Division Street, uncertain and afraid.
Posted on November 14, 2016
By J.J. TindallWhere things open up a little.
Posted on October 24, 2016
By J.J. TindallGuitarfish Lucille as Shame.
Posted on October 3, 2016
By J.J. TindallMy "local" is Forest Home in Forest Park.
Posted on September 1, 2016
By J.J. TindallWind is weird.
Posted on August 9, 2016
By J.J. TindallAnd I need to take the Metra BNSF. And there's just no way.
Posted on July 20, 2016
By J.J. TindallThis highway is like a molten river.
Posted on June 20, 2016
By J.J. TindallThe bullies, the sports, the opportunities.
Posted on May 24, 2016
By J.J. TindallAny young flower can be arresting.
Posted on May 2, 2016
By J.J. TindallUnattended packages/Or suspicious activity.
Posted on April 11, 2016
By J.J. TindallOnly one can become Leader.
Posted on March 15, 2016
By J.J. TindallLike Woodstock, or maybe Lockport.
Posted on February 15, 2016
By J.J. TindallFallen star men, lost heroes.
Posted on January 18, 2016
By J.J. TindallThe video is said to be hideous.
Posted on December 14, 2015
By J.J. TindallNo Kalashnikovs, no suicide belts, no dirty bombs . . .
Posted on November 16, 2015
By J.J. TindallI wish I was taller, thinner/Had more discipline at dinner.
Posted on October 14, 2015
By J.J. TindallJu-Ju Eyeball smelled the boiling blood.
Posted on September 13, 2015
By J.J. TindallThe Quaker Parrots of Washington Park/Suppress their parochial squawk.
Posted on August 17, 2015
By J.J. TindallRemembering Neo.
Posted on July 21, 2015
By J.J. TindallDreamliner my ass.
Posted on July 6, 2015
By J.J. TindallYou'll see I'm right when we conquer the stars.
Posted on June 8, 2015
By J.J. TindallDeath shall be my condo in Miami.
Posted on May 5, 2015
By J.J. TindallAt a recording studio underneath the United Center.
Posted on March 31, 2015
By J.J. TindallLight a scented votive.
Posted on March 16, 2015
By J.J. TindallI am an oligarchy / Of letters and laws, / Bettors, debtors / And broken jaws.
Posted on January 24, 2015
By J.J. TindallLike a leaper from the Hancock ledge, or swan dive to the river from the State Street bridge.
Posted on December 22, 2014
By J.J. TindallUnattended bag.
Posted on November 24, 2014
By J.J. TindallHeavy with greed.
Posted on October 22, 2014
By J.J. TindallThere beneath blue suburban skies.
Posted on September 23, 2014
By J.J. TindallThe legend of Lisle.
Posted on August 27, 2014
By J.J. TindallAn Eden of scrub.
Posted on July 21, 2014
By J.J. TindallCleansing his soul with youth.
Posted on June 18, 2014
By J.J. TindallNo i-Phone, ear-buds, tabloid or book.
Posted on May 20, 2014
By J.J. TindallA city of dreams must exist in the night.
Posted on April 28, 2014
By J.J. TindallMy line wasn't entirely straight.
Posted on March 26, 2014
By J.J. TindallThe Eisenhower's man-made miracle.
Posted on February 24, 2014
By J.J. TindallCeramic images of Mary and Joseph calling dibs.
Posted on January 13, 2014
By J.J. TindallHe began to mock me in the most vicious and vehement tones.
Posted on December 17, 2013
By J.J. TindallI am a ghost of the union stockyards.
Posted on October 26, 2013
By J.J. TindallOn maneuvers, just passing through.
Posted on September 30, 2013
By J.J. TindallDo not apply vibrators.
Posted on September 5, 2013
By J.J. TindallHit Submarine Tender and the USA Beverage Store.
Posted on August 28, 2013
By J.J. TindallThe martyrs of Forest Park.
Posted on August 13, 2013
By J.J. TindallMixed with blood, it turns brown.
Posted on July 10, 2013
By J.J. TindallFellas: I continue to cope with the meaning of the power of that image.
Posted on June 11, 2013
By J.J. TindallSome genius is out of a job.
Posted on May 30, 2013
By J.J. TindallThe leather, the clubs, the shrieking, the blood.
Posted on May 1, 2013
By J.J. TindallFor Roger Ebert.
Posted on April 5, 2013
By J.J. TindallThe double-album was a ruse!
Posted on March 14, 2013
By J.J. TindallJail or J.J.'s art class.
Posted on February 14, 2013
By J.J. TindallThe river and the expressway.
Posted on January 30, 2013
By J.J. TindallThe Green Line and a dream.
Posted on January 11, 2013
By J.J. TindallDude brought a rifle to school, Naperville Central, 1978.
Posted on December 29, 2012
By J.J. TindallI am nobody's fool but my own.
Posted on November 26, 2012
By J.J. TindallThat's what I saw in her tiny hand gesture on the train.
Posted on November 21, 2012
By J.J. TindallSuburban lanes become shattered rainbows.
Posted on October 18, 2012
By J.J. TindallTrolls, tigers and texts.
Posted on September 21, 2012
By J.J. TindallNow she's gone.
Posted on August 29, 2012
By J.J. TindallWhen the goddam blowtorch breaks.
Posted on August 11, 2012
By J.J. TindallSargent Blackbird at Navy Pier.
Posted on July 18, 2012
By J.J. TindallThe lion was my ambition.
Posted on June 24, 2012
By J.J. TindallBacon fat and buttermilk.
Posted on May 31, 2012
By J.J. TindallMy flimsy back-up generators signally failed.
Posted on May 20, 2012
By J.J. TindallHer sin, my skin.
Posted on April 16, 2012
By J.J. TindallThe world is at the mercy of a ruined sky.
Posted on March 18, 2012
By J.J. TindallThe other side of awesome.
Posted on February 17, 2012
By J.J. TindallA remarkable strategic failure.
Posted on February 10, 2012
By J.J. TindallAn angel in my guts.
Posted on January 23, 2012
By J.J. TindallSpies in shirts, knaves in shoes.
Posted on January 2, 2012
By J.J. TindallJesus: it gets old.
Posted on December 19, 2011
By J.J. TindallWell, I got the high handlebars.
Posted on December 5, 2011
By J.J. TindallGod: enough already.
Posted on November 21, 2011
By J.J. TindallA golem of grief.
Posted on October 25, 2011
By J.J. TindallLike a copse of oak and elm.
Posted on September 26, 2011
By J.J. TindallO Lord: I'm sorry.
Posted on September 9, 2011
By J.J. TindallI wish I could write a promise.
Posted on July 26, 2011
By J.J. TindallMy mouth is full of cars.
Posted on July 8, 2011
By J.J. TindallTwo choppers converge, south of Union Station.
Posted on June 21, 2011
By J.J. TindallWho betrayed who?
Posted on May 31, 2011
By J.J. TindallThe lean mirage of Chinatown.
Posted on May 17, 2011
By J.J. TindallZeus farts and snores.
Posted on April 25, 2011
By J.J. TindallThe only king of my grief is me.
Posted on March 24, 2011
By J.J. TindallGnarled hands grasping for sky.
Posted on February 21, 2011
By J.J. TindallElephants and sausages.
Posted on December 27, 2010
By J.J. TindallGetty in Byzantium, wailing on her Smart Phone.
Posted on December 7, 2010
By J.J. TindallI'm the lonely one.
Posted on November 17, 2010
By J.J. TindallPoet vs. Doctor.
Posted on November 9, 2010
By J.J. TindallHe savored the complacencies of a beer run.
Posted on October 19, 2010
By The Beachwood Booksellers Affairs DivisionRead your favorite!
Posted on October 4, 2010
By J.J. TindallI recall a black mayor.
Posted on September 8, 2010
By J.J. TindallI think my dad wanted me to be Sears Tower. I think my mom just wants me to be happy.
Posted on August 3, 2010
The Beachwood Media Company Proudly Presents:At once hyperlocal and universal, juvenile and mature; the stuff that rock 'n' roll dreams are made of.
Posted on July 26, 2010
By J.J. TindallTired of wishes, empty of dreams.
Posted on June 14, 2010
By J.J. TindallWords are people, buses, beers and rain.
Posted on May 17, 2010
By J.J. TindallDear God: can you imagine the sturm and drang?!
Posted on April 19, 2010
By J.J. TindallI sold insurance on people's health, then prayed they'd die to spare my wealth.
Posted on March 23, 2010
By J.J. TindallGods often die this way.
Posted on March 15, 2010
By J.J. TindallQueen Slut of Babylon.
Posted on February 16, 2010
By J.J. TindallHell beyond the last suburb.
Posted on February 12, 2010
By J.J. TindallNobody but me slams my door.
Posted on February 4, 2010
By J.J. TindallBucktown dawn is dusk in Asia Minor.
Posted on January 20, 2010
By J.J. TindallLet the mud-soaked maggots feast.
Posted on December 29, 2009
By J.J. TindallWide awake. Not sleeping.
Posted on December 8, 2009
By J.J. TindallI and I accommodate the pratfalls of desire.
Posted on November 10, 2009
By J.J. TindallThen the Old Post Office became a sphinx.
Posted on October 15, 2009
By J.J. TindallThe Invisible Man doing whatever it takes backstage to get the Fix put in.
Posted on September 30, 2009
By J.J. TindallOak Park vs. my Humboldt Park garage.
Posted on September 14, 2009
By J.J. TindallSend not to know where the lost season went.
Posted on September 2, 2009
By J.J. TindallA hoary hard-on replete with billboards and price-points.
Posted on August 11, 2009
By J.J. TindallCity of Brass Balls, Narcissus of Cloudgate.
Posted on July 20, 2009
By J.J. TindallI crave release from the heft of dreams.
Posted on June 29, 2009
By J.J. TindallBuried in Grant's Tomb. Living in Grant Park.
Posted on June 2, 2009
By J.J. TindallEvery street light up Pulaski for forty blocks is lit.
Posted on May 19, 2009
By J.J. TindallChicago is ego. My resume is obsolete.
Posted on May 11, 2009
By J.J. TindallJust states of mind, but absolutely real.
Posted on April 28, 2009
By J.J. TindallAmy Sedaris on her bike in West Humboldt Park.
Posted on April 13, 2009
By J.J. TindallI followed the star to the Empty Bottle.
Posted on March 19, 2009
By J.J. TindallThe tyranny of assaulting air.
Posted on February 24, 2009
By J.J. TindallI blanched at reports from a pistol in the alley.
Posted on February 2, 2009
By J.J. TindallMany things you are not.
Posted on January 26, 2009
By J.J. TindallBusted. Boned. Bereaved.
Posted on January 12, 2009
By J.J. TindallHow do I party with the holiday crowd?
Posted on December 16, 2008
By J.J. TindallThis came to you from Chicago.
Posted on November 14, 2008
By J.J. TindallBind up our wounds.
Posted on November 5, 2008
By J.J. TindallAC/DC in the pocket from Naperville to Rockford.
Posted on October 27, 2008
By J.J. TindallAdvantage, Chicago.
Posted on October 7, 2008
By J.J. TindallThe Navy bore pall for all of us.
Posted on September 11, 2008
By J.J. TindallA swan dive off the Sears Tower.
Posted on August 18, 2008
By J.J. TindallFeminine handiwork.
Posted on August 11, 2008
By J.J. TindallMen cave, and then cheat.
Posted on August 5, 2008
By J.J. Tindall77th and Halsted.
Posted on July 24, 2008
By J.J. TindallA malcontent, recorder of deeds.
Posted on July 21, 2008
By J.J. TindallI was so psyched you were on that story.
Posted on July 10, 2008
By J.J. TindallSeriously, Donald.
Posted on July 9, 2008
By J.J. TindallRegulated being necessary.
Posted on July 7, 2008
By J.J. TindallMy self-esteem went to bed in Lincoln Park and awoke in Goose Island.
Posted on June 10, 2008
By J.J. TindallI'll try not to shine too bright.
Posted on June 5, 2008
By J.J. TindallCliche America straining to be both rich and hip.
Posted on May 21, 2008
By J.J. TindallSkyline of neon mausoleums. Olympian ghosts now loom.
Posted on May 5, 2008
By J.J. TindallWe have moralized cocaine.
Posted on May 1, 2008
By J.J. TindallIs not their own self-eradication our wish?
Posted on April 22, 2008
By J.J. TindallI was 'round the State Capitol when I saw it was time for a change.
Posted on April 10, 2008
By J.J. TindallThe time had come for Mighty Santo at the bat. Two Cubs on the basepaths, the opportunity was FAT.
Posted on March 25, 2008
By J.J. TindallYou can have all the money and power in the world and still be a fucking bald, homely motherfucker who has to fucking pay for it.
Posted on March 20, 2008
By J.J. TindallMaybe today somebody will Google you.
Posted on March 13, 2008
By J.J. TindallFelt my pockets. All good.
Posted on March 11, 2008
By J.J. TindallJoyeria, lavanderia, licoreria, supermercado. Uh, and shuttered gates where Capitalism was late.
Posted on March 5, 2008
By J.J. TindallDude, how 'bout a Pabst?
Posted on February 21, 2008
By J.J. TindallHoney Bunches of Oats (all rights reserved).
Posted on February 19, 2008
By J.J. TindallLike a great bald eagle, with the visage of Tony Peraica.
Posted on February 14, 2008
By J.J. TindallLet's remain anonymous!
Posted on February 8, 2008
By J.J. TindallSitting Indian-style. Fuck yeah!
Posted on February 7, 2008
By J.J. Tindall9/11 reaches Naperville.
Posted on February 5, 2008
By J.J. TindallOne of you said: "We're all wearing short skirts!"
Posted on February 4, 2008
By J.J. TindallWhatever you decide. Don't wonder.
Posted on February 1, 2008
By J.J. TindallGangsters, black athletes, white dragons.
Posted on January 30, 2008
By J.J. TindallI fancy the subdivision called Moral Highgrounds.
Posted on January 25, 2008
By J.J. TindallI'd take her to the newly emerging subdivisions in southeast Naperville. Heavy, heavy petting, fellas.
Posted on January 24, 2008
By J.J. TindallGrandpa's special gift.
Posted on January 18, 2008
By J.J. TindallThe world moves on a woman's hips.
Posted on January 17, 2008
By J.J. TindallEarth is the Promised Land.
Posted on January 15, 2008
By J.J. TindallWhere is Heaven?
Posted on January 10, 2008
By J.J. TindallI coped best I could at 17.
Posted on January 9, 2008
By J.J. TindallMy dad played pinochle every lunchtime at old Pru.
Posted on January 4, 2008
By J.J. TindallIn the living room of our Benedetti split-level in Moser Highlands. This is the life!
Posted on January 3, 2008
By J.J. TindallYou are a solid, silent earthquake.
Posted on November 24, 2007
By J.J. TindallBlack Hawk made his run.
Posted on November 8, 2007
By J.J. TindallCacophony of war widows.
Posted on November 7, 2007
By J.J. TindallBut the governor wants gambling.
Posted on November 6, 2007
By J.J. TindallTwo poets and a Hamm's beer sign.
Posted on November 5, 2007
By J.J. TindallRainbo and sunrise over the lake.
Posted on October 29, 2007
By J.J. TindallA poor family is destroyed for every line we do.
Posted on October 25, 2007
By J.J. TindallMy dad saved her life.
Posted on October 19, 2007
By J.J. TindallCockblocked by Steve Brady.
Posted on October 18, 2007
By J.J. TindallChicago's passionate economist.
Posted on October 12, 2007
By J.J. TindallFiction of failure.
Posted on October 10, 2007
By J.J. TindallI find small, fine lace here in this semi-imaginary metropolis.
Posted on October 8, 2007
By J.J. TindallBuddha knows batons.
Posted on October 2, 2007
By J.J. TindallThe hawk sees, and waits.
Posted on September 27, 2007
By J.J. TindallWho killed America?
Posted on September 26, 2007
By J.J. TindallCatfish. Meatface.
Posted on September 25, 2007
By J.J. TindallAt the Museum Campus.
Posted on September 24, 2007
By J.J. TindallWhen the plane hit the Pentagon.
Posted on September 11, 2007
By J.J. TindallStop telling me to grow up.
Posted on September 7, 2007
By J.J. TindallI now pray for mercy.
Posted on September 6, 2007
By J.J. TindallBoom boom black summer night, cool blue breeze, Grand Avenue.
Posted on August 31, 2007
By J.J. TindallProject Runway and the Illinois Lottery.
Posted on August 30, 2007
By J.J. TindallEach mill of electricity a lurid pastel.
Posted on August 23, 2007
By J.J. TindallI am just a quiet boy from a quiet town.
Posted on August 22, 2007
By J.J. TindallI consider myself a FAITHFUL SON of these "United States" (a Wholly-owned subsidiary Of The People's Republic Of China)
Posted on August 21, 2007
By J.J. TindallWhen live music was banned on the lakefront.
Posted on August 20, 2007
By J.J. TindallI get no kick from being strafed.
Posted on August 17, 2007
By J.J. TindallSorry, fellas. We're good.
Posted on August 15, 2007
By J.J. TindallA white fingerprint across Humboldt Park.
Posted on August 14, 2007
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