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This poem was vaguely inspired by some of the handwritten photocopied flyers seen taped to telephone poles and the like. Of course having written a poem in homage to this, I’ve decided to make my very own sheet that you too can download, print and tape to telephone poles in your very own neighborhood. The […]

I feel like I’m definitely getting more in a writing groove, although still a bit scattered. I’ve changed my graph game up and instead of the pie chart, there’s now a stacked line chart which gives a better combined view of how much writing I did on a day by day basis and how often […]

Another of my Chicago Sonnet sequence. I was walking up Halsted from attending Mass at Our Lady of Mt Carmel on my way to a brunch at the St Francis Catholic Worker in Uptown and spotted a sign on the metal wall outside Sidetrack. Something about the sign reading, “Caution metal is hot” caught my […]

Having gotten relatively clear of my depression, I seem to be finally being a bit more productive. The new story is almost ready for workshopping and I hope to have revisions done later today or, worst case, tomorrow.  Bunches of rejections over the course of the month, but also one acceptance, my first of the […]

So I’m climbing out of the depression, although not quite as fast as I’d like. Most of my writing this month has been on the working on the new story, which I have managed to finish the rewrite on which seems to have expanded the story by a bit over 10%. I only had two […]

My big revelation this month was that wasting time playing games online isn’t the cause of my not writing so much as a symptom of the cause which is that I’ve been kind of in a depressed state for most of this year.  That said, I did manage to at least complete the revisions that […]

It only seems fitting that having started this project by going to Mass at the church of St Rita of Cascia on the South Side of Chicago, that I’d finish at the shrine church a few miles away on the grounds of St Rita of Cascia High School. I didn’t know back then that St […]

St Bernardine holds the title for the closest Catholic church I’ve never been to (until today). Daily Mass here is at 6.30a which is a heavy lift for someone who’s not so much not a morning person, but I forced myself out of bed and made the short drive over to the church.  I’d always […]