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Prose and Poetry

My Secret Shame: I Can’t Move On

Breaking up is hard to do — and that's just the beginning. Jose Nateras confesses about not being able to move on from a relationship.

Art School Ipsum

Some self-aware filler text for your next big project proposal.

Screaming in Metalanguage

An interview with Avant-Garde Japanese Poetry Translator David Michael Ramirez II.

Microscripts

The Everyday World of Robert Walser.

F Words: Replication as Transmutation

A poem by Katie Wall.

Radioactive Girl Scout

What do we really know about the ground we walk on?

Letter to a Jelly

The subtle wisdom of the dreamy jellyfish.

Outer Ear

Swiss sound poets Jacques Demierre and Vincent Barras to perform at ESS this Saturday.

Louder Than A Bomb

Chicago's very own Louder Than A Bomb is the country's largest youth poetry slam festival, and was just chronicled in a documentary by filmmakers Greg Jacobs and Jon Siskel.

Chicago is My Kind of Town

Our educators are, in fact, the gangsters, the “do-gooders” and the artists — and many of our citizens embody aspects of all three.

What is Graffiti?

Chicago has a long history of tension between the broader arts community and city officials — both before and after Mayor Daley’s establishment of The Graffiti Blasters in 1993. Two recent events have highlighted this relationship: the “bombing” of the east wall of the Art Institute of Chicago Modern Wing on February 23 and the death of Jason “SOLE” Kitchekeg while being pursued by Chicago police on March 9.

Tales from my Fisherman Father (If I follow my hands, can I shake the winter fish from the trees?)

In Tiburon, on a Wednesday, I saw a seabird with my father’s face. “Why don’t you get yourself a decent boyfriend?” it cawed...

A Hirsute Affair

At the heart of A Hirsute Affair are the myriad cultural meanings and representations of hair.

En el Bocco di Lupo

I stood with dull scissors The equivalent of a woman’s tweezers But used, I think, to trim a man’s beard.

Beauty Salon

My father, a pseudo Beach Boy whose mane in every baby photo is the color of a lemon tart, is the true pioneer of all great hairstyles. His junior high class photos prove that he was wearing his hair straight and at shoulder-length long before Hanson was even conceived.