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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 09, 2008
Chicagoetry: Regulated Militia Well
By J.J. Tindall
Regulated being necessary.Posted on July 07, 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 05, 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 05, 2008
Chicagoetry: Elegy For White Power
By J.J. Tindall
We have moralized cocaine.Posted on May 01, 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 05, 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 08, 2008
Chicagoetry: Whoops! I Found Myself!
By J.J. Tindall
Sitting Indian-style. Fuck yeah!Posted on February 07, 2008
Chicagoetry: My Good War
By J.J. Tindall
9/11 reaches Naperville.Posted on February 05, 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 04, 2008
Chicagoetry: If You Love Something, Tell It Off
By J.J. Tindall
Whatever you decide. Don't wonder.Posted on February 01, 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
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