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Chicagoetry: The Moon Must Be Heaven, Desolate

By J.J. Tindall
(We've mentally rehearsed jumping off the Michigan Avenue bridge.)

Posted on November 9, 2017

Chicagoetry: The War Of The Rainbows

By J.J. Tindall
Hurtling down the Eisenhower in a bus I can neither steer nor stop, while being stabbed in the ribs with a screwdriver.

Posted on October 23, 2017

Chicagoetry: My Bastard Heart

By J.J. Tindall
I mean to introduce articles of impeachment.

Posted on October 18, 2017

Chicagoetry: Black Jeans In White Tel Aviv

By J.J. Tindall
As if, during a recession, you stage a World's Fair.

Posted on September 25, 2017

Chicagoetry: 77 Minutes After 8

By J.J. Tindall
What else is a sky like me to do at times but rain?

Posted on September 18, 2017

Chicagoetry: September 1, 2017

By J.J. Tindall
We must love one another. Or die.

Posted on August 31, 2017

Chicagoetry: Ozymandias In High Definition

By J.J. Tindall
The song remains the same.

Posted on August 15, 2017

Chicagoetry: Bike On A Tightrope

By J.J. Tindall
I can indulge in false bravery!

Posted on August 7, 2017

Chicagoetry: Blues For Allah

By J.J. Tindall
Lord of the Dead, Silence and Love.

Posted on July 10, 2017

Chicagoetry: Wreck On The Highway

By J.J. Tindall
You ponder the protocols of sirens.

Posted on June 5, 2017

Chicagoetry: Old Main

By J.J. Tindall
Like a Frankenstein of good, old-fashioned government.

Posted on May 10, 2017

Chicagoetry: People Made Of Rain Could Wreck God

By J.J. Tindall
Roaming, self-contained cities of withering pain.

Posted on April 18, 2017

Chicagoetry: Fresh Hell

By J.J. Tindall
Scorned lovers, spurned suitors, scammed marks, improbable revenge plots.

Posted on April 9, 2017

Chicagoetry: Ray Rayner & Friends

By J.J. Tindall
A strange, somber man named Orion talked about hog futures and fertilizers.

Posted on March 22, 2017

Chicagoetry: Ballistics Exonerate The Furies

By J.J. Tindall
Bullet spray from a passing Chevrolet?

Posted on March 6, 2017

Chicagoetry: Lope

By J.J. Tindall
Only the dead have no regrets.

Posted on February 13, 2017

Chicagoetry: Damocles In K-Town

By J.J. Tindall
Like some Beaux Arts Brigadoon.

Posted on January 16, 2017

Chicagoetry: Reservoir Dogs

By J.J. Tindall
Like a Senate, or a City Council.

Posted on January 10, 2017

Chicagoetry: When The Levee Breaks

By J.J. Tindall
I don't pray, I run.

Posted on December 12, 2016

Chicagoetry: Black Tupelo

By J.J. Tindall
The dives of Division Street, uncertain and afraid.

Posted on November 14, 2016

Chicagoetry: Down The South Branch Of The Mind

By J.J. Tindall
Where things open up a little.

Posted on October 24, 2016

Chicagoetry: My Emotional Shedd Aquarium

By J.J. Tindall
Guitarfish Lucille as Shame.

Posted on October 3, 2016

Chicagoetry: Houses Of The Holy

By J.J. Tindall
My "local" is Forest Home in Forest Park.

Posted on September 1, 2016

Chicagoetry: Whirl

By J.J. Tindall
Wind is weird.

Posted on August 9, 2016

Chicagoetry: I Walked Into Rainbo

By J.J. Tindall
And I need to take the Metra BNSF. And there's just no way.

Posted on July 20, 2016

Chicagoetry: Night Jets

By J.J. Tindall
This highway is like a molten river.

Posted on June 20, 2016

Chicagoetry: The Conversation

By J.J. Tindall
The bullies, the sports, the opportunities.

Posted on May 24, 2016

Chicagoetry: Violets/Violence

By J.J. Tindall
Any young flower can be arresting.

Posted on May 2, 2016

Chicagoetry: Loon

By J.J. Tindall
Unattended packages/Or suspicious activity.

Posted on April 11, 2016

Chicagoetry: All The Panthers Are Rose

By J.J. Tindall
Only one can become Leader.

Posted on March 15, 2016

Chicagoetry: Vestiges Of Lilacs In Time

By J.J. Tindall
Like Woodstock, or maybe Lockport.

Posted on February 15, 2016

Chicagoetry: Bare Trees

By J.J. Tindall
Fallen star men, lost heroes.

Posted on January 18, 2016

Chicagoetry | Christmas Ghost Story: The Peppermint Kid

By J.J. Tindall
The video is said to be hideous.

Posted on December 14, 2015

Chicagoetry: Every Cloud A Sphinx

By J.J. Tindall
No Kalashnikovs, no suicide belts, no dirty bombs . . .

Posted on November 16, 2015

Chicagoetry: Longshadow

By J.J. Tindall
I wish I was taller, thinner/Had more discipline at dinner.

Posted on October 14, 2015

Chicagoetry: Spur

By J.J. Tindall
Ju-Ju Eyeball smelled the boiling blood.

Posted on September 13, 2015

Chicagoetry: Psycho Killer

By J.J. Tindall
The Quaker Parrots of Washington Park/Suppress their parochial squawk.

Posted on August 17, 2015

Chicagoetry: Dancing With Men

By J.J. Tindall
Remembering Neo.

Posted on July 21, 2015

Chicagoetry: Heaven

By J.J. Tindall
Dreamliner my ass.

Posted on July 6, 2015

Chicagoetry: A Black Horse Grazes The Red Grass Of Mars

By J.J. Tindall
You'll see I'm right when we conquer the stars.

Posted on June 8, 2015

Chicagoetry: Michigan City Blues

By J.J. Tindall
Death shall be my condo in Miami.

Posted on May 5, 2015

Chicagoetry: Christina Hendricks Said

By J.J. Tindall
At a recording studio underneath the United Center.

Posted on March 31, 2015

Chicagoetry: Spring Song

By J.J. Tindall
Light a scented votive.

Posted on March 16, 2015

Chicagoetry: Chicago

By J.J. Tindall
I am an oligarchy / Of letters and laws, / Bettors, debtors / And broken jaws.

Posted on January 24, 2015

Chicagoetry: Pinball Lizard/Guitar Zero

By J.J. Tindall
Like a leaper from the Hancock ledge, or swan dive to the river from the State Street bridge.

Posted on December 22, 2014

Chicagoetry: Love In Vain In A Station Of The Metro

By J.J. Tindall
Unattended bag.

Posted on November 24, 2014

Chicagoetry: Sixteen Movies Ago

By J.J. Tindall
Heavy with greed.

Posted on October 22, 2014

Chicagoetry: Mirages Of Matchstick Men

By J.J. Tindall
There beneath blue suburban skies.

Posted on September 23, 2014

Chicagoetry: Sphinx Of Procopius

By J.J. Tindall
The legend of Lisle.

Posted on August 27, 2014

Chicagoetry: Little Wing

By J.J. Tindall
An Eden of scrub.

Posted on July 21, 2014

Chicagoetry: Eddie At Bonnaroo

By J.J. Tindall
Cleansing his soul with youth.

Posted on June 18, 2014

Chicagoetry: Blue Line Blues

By J.J. Tindall
No i-Phone, ear-buds, tabloid or book.

Posted on May 20, 2014

Chicagoetry: Gotham

By J.J. Tindall
A city of dreams must exist in the night.

Posted on April 28, 2014

Chicagoetry: Fingerprints Of A Daydream

By J.J. Tindall
My line wasn't entirely straight.

Posted on March 26, 2014

Chicagoetry: Rainbow Bridge

By J.J. Tindall
The Eisenhower's man-made miracle.

Posted on February 24, 2014

Chicagoetry: A Mind Of Winter

By J.J. Tindall
Ceramic images of Mary and Joseph calling dibs.

Posted on January 13, 2014

Chicagoetry: Fang

By J.J. Tindall
He began to mock me in the most vicious and vehement tones.

Posted on December 17, 2013

Chicagoetry: Creature Feature

By J.J. Tindall
I am a ghost of the union stockyards.

Posted on October 26, 2013

Chicagoetry: Perhaps It's Time To Leave Damascus, Leave The Mask Behind

By J.J. Tindall
On maneuvers, just passing through.

Posted on September 30, 2013

Chicagoetry: Stationary Freight Car

By J.J. Tindall
Do not apply vibrators.

Posted on September 5, 2013

Chicagoetry: Frontier Day Off

By J.J. Tindall
Hit Submarine Tender and the USA Beverage Store.

Posted on August 28, 2013

Chicagoetry: Death of a Blind Woman's Cat (Free Sons)

By J.J. Tindall
The martyrs of Forest Park.

Posted on August 13, 2013

Chicagoetry: Green River Blues

By J.J. Tindall
Mixed with blood, it turns brown.

Posted on July 10, 2013

Chicagoetry: Ladies And Gentlemen, The Rolling Stones

By J.J. Tindall
Fellas: I continue to cope with the meaning of the power of that image.

Posted on June 11, 2013

Chicagoetry: Elegy For A Sign Painter

By J.J. Tindall
Some genius is out of a job.

Posted on May 30, 2013

Chicagoetry: A Night At The Opera

By J.J. Tindall
The leather, the clubs, the shrieking, the blood.

Posted on May 1, 2013

Chicagoetry: The Magic Bus

By J.J. Tindall
For Roger Ebert.

Posted on April 5, 2013

Chicagoetry: J.J. Tindall's Dream

By J.J. Tindall
The double-album was a ruse!

Posted on March 14, 2013

Chicagoetry: I Can See Fear In Your Eyes, Bon Jovi

By J.J. Tindall
Jail or J.J.'s art class.

Posted on February 14, 2013

Chicagoetry: The Word Listen

By J.J. Tindall
The river and the expressway.

Posted on January 30, 2013

Chicagoetry: The Time Machine

By J.J. Tindall
The Green Line and a dream.

Posted on January 11, 2013

Chicagoetry: More Than A Feeling

By J.J. Tindall
Dude brought a rifle to school, Naperville Central, 1978.

Posted on December 29, 2012

Chicagoetry: Bird of Prey

By J.J. Tindall
I am nobody's fool but my own.

Posted on November 26, 2012

Chicagoetry: Like A Western Avenue Along Saturn's Icy Ring

By J.J. Tindall
That's what I saw in her tiny hand gesture on the train.

Posted on November 21, 2012

Chicagoetry: Mercury In Retrograde

By J.J. Tindall
Suburban lanes become shattered rainbows.

Posted on October 18, 2012

Chicagoetry: Whey Lion in a Glade

By J.J. Tindall
Trolls, tigers and texts.

Posted on September 21, 2012

Chicagoetry: How Everywhere She Is

By J.J. Tindall
Now she's gone.

Posted on August 29, 2012

Chicagoetry: Groovy Times

By J.J. Tindall
When the goddam blowtorch breaks.

Posted on August 11, 2012

Chicagoetry: Red Wing, Yellow Sin

By J.J. Tindall
Sargent Blackbird at Navy Pier.

Posted on July 18, 2012

Chicagoetry: Zoo of Shadows

By J.J. Tindall
The lion was my ambition.

Posted on June 24, 2012

Chicagoetry: My Mind is Like a Rhododendron

By J.J. Tindall
Bacon fat and buttermilk.

Posted on May 31, 2012

Chicagoetry: Re*ac*tor

By J.J. Tindall
My flimsy back-up generators signally failed.

Posted on May 20, 2012

Chicagoetry: Sad Eyed Lady of the Northwoods

By J.J. Tindall
Her sin, my skin.

Posted on April 16, 2012

Chicagoetry: Djinns of Catalina

By J.J. Tindall
The world is at the mercy of a ruined sky.

Posted on March 18, 2012

Chicagoetry: Strawberry Town Forever

By J.J. Tindall
The other side of awesome.

Posted on February 17, 2012

Chicagoetry: Big Fat 49 To Strawberry Town

By J.J. Tindall
A remarkable strategic failure.

Posted on February 10, 2012

Chicagoetry: A Swan In A Swamp

By J.J. Tindall
An angel in my guts.

Posted on January 23, 2012

Chicagoetry: Black and Blue

By J.J. Tindall
Spies in shirts, knaves in shoes.

Posted on January 2, 2012

Chicagoetry: Holiday II: The Wizard of Is

By J.J. Tindall
Jesus: it gets old.

Posted on December 19, 2011

Chicagoetry: Stingray

By J.J. Tindall
Well, I got the high handlebars.

Posted on December 5, 2011

Chicagoetry: Holiday

By J.J. Tindall
God: enough already.

Posted on November 21, 2011

Chicagoetry: A Wren in a Wreath

By J.J. Tindall
A golem of grief.

Posted on October 25, 2011

Chicagoetry: Dead Daisies

By J.J. Tindall
Like a copse of oak and elm.

Posted on September 26, 2011

Ten Years Gone

By J.J. Tindall
O Lord: I'm sorry.

Posted on September 9, 2011

Chicagoetry: The Drowning

By J.J. Tindall
I wish I could write a promise.

Posted on July 26, 2011

Chicagoetry: Metamorphosis

By J.J. Tindall
My mouth is full of cars.

Posted on July 8, 2011

Chicagoetry: Buzz

By J.J. Tindall
Two choppers converge, south of Union Station.

Posted on June 21, 2011

Chicagoetry: Maelstrom

By J.J. Tindall
Who betrayed who?

Posted on May 31, 2011

Chicagoetry: A Suit of Jade

By J.J. Tindall
The lean mirage of Chinatown.

Posted on May 17, 2011

Chicagoetry: Someone Might Still Love Me

By J.J. Tindall
Zeus farts and snores.

Posted on April 25, 2011

Chicagoetry: Great Fire

By J.J. Tindall
The only king of my grief is me.

Posted on March 24, 2011

Chicagoetry: Arterial

By J.J. Tindall
Gnarled hands grasping for sky.

Posted on February 21, 2011

Chicagoetry: I Wanna Paint Really Cool Murals, Man

By J.J. Tindall
Elephants and sausages.

Posted on December 27, 2010

Chicagoetry: Surfing to Byzantium

By J.J. Tindall
Getty in Byzantium, wailing on her Smart Phone.

Posted on December 7, 2010

Chicagoetry: Son Of Some Other Guy

By J.J. Tindall
I'm the lonely one.

Posted on November 17, 2010

Chicagoetry: Some Other Guy

By J.J. Tindall
Poet vs. Doctor.

Posted on November 9, 2010

Chicagoetry: Saturday Afternoon

By J.J. Tindall
He savored the complacencies of a beer run.

Posted on October 19, 2010

Beachwood Presents: Chicagoetry Live!

By The Beachwood Booksellers Affairs Division
Read your favorite!

Posted on October 4, 2010

Chicagoetry: Congress Wars

By J.J. Tindall
I recall a black mayor.

Posted on September 8, 2010

Chicagoetry: Black Ghost

By J.J. Tindall
I think my dad wanted me to be Sears Tower. I think my mom just wants me to be happy.

Posted on August 3, 2010

Ballots From The Dead

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

Chicagoetry: Forgive Yourself (Better Man Than Me)

By J.J. Tindall
Tired of wishes, empty of dreams.

Posted on June 14, 2010

Chicagoetry: Exile on North Ave.

By J.J. Tindall
Words are people, buses, beers and rain.

Posted on May 17, 2010

Chicagoetry: Rain of Light Clear as Christ

By J.J. Tindall
Dear God: can you imagine the sturm and drang?!

Posted on April 19, 2010

Chicagoetry: Confession To The Future

By J.J. Tindall
I sold insurance on people's health, then prayed they'd die to spare my wealth.

Posted on March 23, 2010

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

By J.J. Tindall
Let the mud-soaked maggots feast.

Posted on December 29, 2009

Chicagoetry: Bad

By J.J. Tindall
Wide awake. Not sleeping.

Posted on December 8, 2009

Chicagoetry: Gleam

By J.J. Tindall
I and I accommodate the pratfalls of desire.

Posted on November 10, 2009

Chicagoetry: Illumination

By J.J. Tindall
Then the Old Post Office became a sphinx.

Posted on October 15, 2009

Chicagoetry: The Picture of Dorian Grey

By J.J. Tindall
The Invisible Man doing whatever it takes backstage to get the Fix put in.

Posted on September 30, 2009

Chicagoetry: Oasis

By J.J. Tindall
Oak Park vs. my Humboldt Park garage.

Posted on September 14, 2009

Chicagoetry: The Longest Spring

By J.J. Tindall
Send not to know where the lost season went.

Posted on September 2, 2009

Chicagoetry: Shangri-La Shattered

By J.J. Tindall
A hoary hard-on replete with billboards and price-points.

Posted on August 11, 2009

Chicagoetry: White Dream

By J.J. Tindall
City of Brass Balls, Narcissus of Cloudgate.

Posted on July 20, 2009

Chicagoetry: Carnivale

By J.J. Tindall
I crave release from the heft of dreams.

Posted on June 29, 2009

Chicagoetry: The Cloud Ulysses

By J.J. Tindall
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

By J.J. Tindall
Every street light up Pulaski for forty blocks is lit.

Posted on May 19, 2009

Chicagoetry: A Murder Of Tulips

By J.J. Tindall
Chicago is ego. My resume is obsolete.

Posted on May 11, 2009

Chicagoetry: Rain

By J.J. Tindall
Just states of mind, but absolutely real.

Posted on April 28, 2009

Chicagoetry: Dream Diary

By J.J. Tindall
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
I blanched at reports from a pistol in the alley.

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

Chicagoetry: Five Boys On A Golf Course

By J.J. Tindall
The Navy bore pall for all of us.

Posted on September 11, 2008

Chicagoetry: Great Expectations

By J.J. Tindall
A swan dive off the Sears Tower.

Posted on August 18, 2008

Chicagoetry: The Great Black Diamond

By J.J. Tindall
Feminine handiwork.

Posted on August 11, 2008

Chicagoetry: Wish You Were Beer

By J.J. Tindall
Men cave, and then cheat.

Posted on August 5, 2008

Chicagoetry: Barshomba And The Green Bunny

By J.J. Tindall
77th and Halsted.

Posted on July 24, 2008

Chicagoetry: Beachwood Hamlet

By J.J. Tindall
A malcontent, recorder of deeds.

Posted on July 21, 2008

Chicagoetry: Ode to Amy Jacobson

By J.J. Tindall
I was so psyched you were on that story.

Posted on July 10, 2008

Chicagoetry: Trump's New Erection

By J.J. Tindall
Seriously, Donald.

Posted on July 9, 2008

Chicagoetry: Regulated Militia Well

By J.J. Tindall
Regulated being necessary.

Posted on July 7, 2008

Chicagoetry: Black Dog In Little Hell

By J.J. Tindall
My self-esteem went to bed in Lincoln Park and awoke in Goose Island.

Posted on June 10, 2008

Chicagoetry: I Know I Am About To Be Looking Good

By J.J. Tindall
I'll try not to shine too bright.

Posted on June 5, 2008

Chicagoetry: Division Street: Two Americas

By J.J. Tindall
Cliche America straining to be both rich and hip.

Posted on May 21, 2008

Chicagoetry: My Silver Soul The Sea

By J.J. Tindall
Skyline of neon mausoleums. Olympian ghosts now loom.

Posted on May 5, 2008

Chicagoetry: Elegy For White Power

By J.J. Tindall
We have moralized cocaine.

Posted on May 1, 2008

Chicagoetry: A Modest Proposal

By J.J. Tindall
Is not their own self-eradication our wish?

Posted on April 22, 2008

Chicagoetry: Come Back To The Five And Dime Bag, Stu Levine, Stu Levine

By J.J. Tindall
I was 'round the State Capitol when I saw it was time for a change.

Posted on April 10, 2008

Chicagoetry: Mighty Santo At The Bat (The Cubs Will Shine In '69)

By J.J. Tindall
The time had come for Mighty Santo at the bat. Two Cubs on the basepaths, the opportunity was FAT.

Posted on March 25, 2008

Chicagoetry: The Governor's Whore

By J.J. Tindall
You 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

Chicagoetry: Pindaric Ode to Everett McKinley Dirksen

By J.J. Tindall
Maybe today somebody will Google you.

Posted on March 13, 2008

Chicagoetry: Gimme Back My Bullets

By J.J. Tindall
Felt my pockets. All good.

Posted on March 11, 2008

Chicagoetry: After Midnight In The Latin Quarter

By J.J. Tindall
Joyeria, lavanderia, licoreria, supermercado. Uh, and shuttered gates where Capitalism was late.

Posted on March 5, 2008

Chicagoetry: Dudes

By J.J. Tindall
Dude, how 'bout a Pabst?

Posted on February 21, 2008

Chicagoetry: It's Never Enough, Dear

By J.J. Tindall
Honey Bunches of Oats (all rights reserved).

Posted on February 19, 2008

Chicagoetry: I Dreamed I Saw St. Valentine

By J.J. Tindall
Like a great bald eagle, with the visage of Tony Peraica.

Posted on February 14, 2008

Chicagoetry: How Could I Not Seethe?

By J.J. Tindall
Let's remain anonymous!

Posted on February 8, 2008

Chicagoetry: Whoops! I Found Myself!

By J.J. Tindall
Sitting Indian-style. Fuck yeah!

Posted on February 7, 2008

Chicagoetry: My Good War

By J.J. Tindall
9/11 reaches Naperville.

Posted on February 5, 2008

Chicagoetry: Pindaric Ode To The Fantastic Four

By J.J. Tindall
One of you said: "We're all wearing short skirts!"

Posted on February 4, 2008

Chicagoetry: If You Love Something, Tell It Off

By J.J. Tindall
Whatever you decide. Don't wonder.

Posted on February 1, 2008

Chicagoetry: Living In A Little Catholic Cemetery

By J.J. Tindall
Gangsters, black athletes, white dragons.

Posted on January 30, 2008

Chicagoetry: The Emperor's New Gown

By J.J. Tindall
I fancy the subdivision called Moral Highgrounds.

Posted on January 25, 2008

Chicagoetry: Baker Street Blues

By J.J. Tindall
I'd take her to the newly emerging subdivisions in southeast Naperville. Heavy, heavy petting, fellas.

Posted on January 24, 2008

Chicagoetry: Blame My Mother For The Swearing Thing

By J.J. Tindall
Grandpa's special gift.

Posted on January 18, 2008

Chicagoetry: Pop Culture Is The Opiate Of The Masses

By J.J. Tindall
The world moves on a woman's hips.

Posted on January 17, 2008

Chicagoetry: God Is Not A Goddam Real Estate Agent

By J.J. Tindall
Earth is the Promised Land.

Posted on January 15, 2008

Chicagoetry: The Five Ws

By J.J. Tindall
Where is Heaven?

Posted on January 10, 2008

Chicagoetry: Great Moments in Rock Dancing, Number One

By J.J. Tindall
I coped best I could at 17.

Posted on January 9, 2008

Chicagoetry: Feed My Steel Bird

By J.J. Tindall
My dad played pinochle every lunchtime at old Pru.

Posted on January 4, 2008

Chicagoetry: Column

By J.J. Tindall
In the living room of our Benedetti split-level in Moser Highlands. This is the life!

Posted on January 3, 2008

Chicagoetry: The Heart Is A Lonely Fucker

By J.J. Tindall
You are a solid, silent earthquake.

Posted on November 24, 2007

Chicagoetry: The Conquest of Shit Creek

By J.J. Tindall
Black Hawk made his run.

Posted on November 8, 2007

Chicagoetry: Men Made Out Of Birds

By J.J. Tindall
Cacophony of war widows.

Posted on November 7, 2007

Chicagoetry: Mission From Jah

By J.J. Tindall
But the governor wants gambling.

Posted on November 6, 2007

Chicagoetry: Make It You

By J.J. Tindall
Two poets and a Hamm's beer sign.

Posted on November 5, 2007

Chicagoetry: A Few of My Favorite Things

By J.J. Tindall
Rainbo and sunrise over the lake.

Posted on October 29, 2007

Chicagoetry: The Great White Dope

By J.J. Tindall
A poor family is destroyed for every line we do.

Posted on October 25, 2007

Chicagoetry: My Mom Tried To Prevent Me From Seeing Led Zeppelin

By J.J. Tindall
My dad saved her life.

Posted on October 19, 2007

Chicagoetry: Smilin' Dave Eigenberg

By J.J. Tindall
Cockblocked by Steve Brady.

Posted on October 18, 2007

Chicagoetry: Diane Swonk, The Next Mrs. J.J. Tindall

By J.J. Tindall
Chicago's passionate economist.

Posted on October 12, 2007

Chicagoetry: Depression

By J.J. Tindall
Fiction of failure.

Posted on October 10, 2007

Chicagoetry: Bronze Gilead

By J.J. Tindall
I find small, fine lace here in this semi-imaginary metropolis.

Posted on October 8, 2007

Chicagoetry: Allen Ginsberg Festival of Life

By J.J. Tindall
Buddha knows batons.

Posted on October 2, 2007

Chicagoetry: The Hawk

By J.J. Tindall
The hawk sees, and waits.

Posted on September 27, 2007

Chicagoetry: Ode to Lyndon Baines Johnson

By J.J. Tindall
Who killed America?

Posted on September 26, 2007

Chicagoetry: The Rod Beck Bummer

By J.J. Tindall
Catfish. Meatface.

Posted on September 25, 2007

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