Monthly Archives: June 2021

A friend commissions a painting of the house she’s about to move out of. A couple days later, I strap a folding chair to my bike and pedal to Logan Square. It’s a warm, sunny afternoon. I set up the chair in a square of grass across the street from the house. A guy walksContinue reading “Wrong House”

Saturday, I rode my bike to Evanston to read Walt Whitman’s “Song of Myself” out loud in a park near the lake. It’s a yearly tradition, going back over twenty years, I think. It’s my third time, but everyone’s first outside in a park. Before, it was inside, a long evening full of drink andContinue reading “Leaves of Grass”