I’m walking into the Hilton Double Tree in downtown South Bend, which stands across from the lot that used to hold the College Football Hall of Fame. The Hall of Fame building still sits, completely empty for the past 11 or so years, on a 30,000-square-foot lot that also features a concrete football field painted […]

This is one crazy zodiac we’re entering here, As if the sun’s fire has become semantic In its molten, all-encompassing rage to Drive our shadows to precipice And our shadows will dance and sing In careless, timeless zeal, with Faces glued in burning identity, A 90-mile-per-hour Omniscience factory.

His car is smeared heavily With bumper stickers of aggression — Armed Forces, All gave some some gave all, And then A curious permutation, you might say, In “Bite me,” The words juxtaposed next to the “Don’t tread on me” snake, . The question then, perhaps, Being Begged As to why we fight wars And […]

Stevie Wonder is laying down the truths On the mic But in your mind Is the carnage, Is Sandra Bullock speeding Through a city of retractable roof stadiums And so the truth hits your mind And dies like old leftovers With the mocking fire eye of America Berating down on you, Its poison running through […]

I have reason to believe that Gauff has hijacked my iPod shuffle In the last 48 hours Because she’s laid her head to rest — She’s snoozing off to the left On a sun-lit, screened-in porch, Laughing at her Charlie Horses And puerile taste in liquor And swimming in the muck Of America, of Gawkers […]

He sits atop a land mine That is his castle And I know That castle is his jail Because . I constantly Hear his snips — Now he wants to Fight, now He wants to buy, And it was never Enough and Tonight . When I retire to bed My blood will be The same […]

When people are happy in my town it’s like a found art object. One example would be the two liquor store clerks talking about STD’s. I said it was like something out of the movie Clerks. They asked me if I’d ever had an STD. I said no and that I even went to IU […]

So is there someone Up in the sky Who, like, Consciously writes all our dreams every night? . That would be a funny job — Like a cross between A news reporter And a Saturday Night Live hawker.

As a bi-product Of . Some strange Inclination in my heart To live my life . I search for information on Juneteenth And I can feel the eyes on me And they are dark, Cold and dead, And . They are Posing As . A conduit Spotlighting a gluttonous bigot. . I wanted Juneteenth to […]

  It’s Memorial Day Sunday, I glide back into town From Red Bud Trail And the bypass. . I’m filling gas and Next to me I notice a woman who Seems kind of Eclectic and lively, like Someone who would be Really into cats Or maybe Van Gogh. . Ok, that’s a stretch. . Cats […]