Junkies crawl the Green Line itching for that mainline. Jumpin’ off the Lake to take a swing around the Maypole. China White calls suburban Crackers into angry Afro villages… Dead eyes shuffle through pot-marked streets, like half-burnt vacancy signs that…
Category: Thoughts Out Of Season
Awake Detroit!
5:33 AM September 6th, 2013 – Awake Detroit! to your smoldering sunrise… Lumber’s billowing fragrance reveals the age of this now naked city. Stray dogs sniff out the last remaining morsels, while old Irish men drink malt liquor from abandoned…
Streets of Detroit – Decay, Detroit – July, 2013
Slow Mist There was a slow mist cascading down the window glass as we quietly smoked our hookahs, dreaming of hot-tubs and white bubbles… GritStreet is all about mixing Jazz, Prose, Photography, and Politics. GritStreet – more than just taking…
Talkers’ Park
Talkers’ Park: Talkers’ park comes alive in the early dawn as muttering misfits arise from dewy grasses. Pavement pranksters begin pacing like frantic phantoms, while frosted afros perch themselves wearily along Sandburg’s wall of odes. Sorrow cascades down their worn…
As the fog rolled in… Montrose Beach, 6-10-13
A cold fog rolled over Montrose Beach this evening. Winter’s chill clings to Chicago’s shoreline like stink to an old sock. Sunbathers stare gloomily at the splashing waves that wash over their warm hopes with radical indifference. Miles Davis -…
Headphone Jazz…
I spent the day wandering the naked streets looking for sunbeams and golden fountains. I came across old Black men sleeping in Grant’s park on unfriendly benches, as snot-nosed children ran circles around an empty mud puddle. Musical maniacs munched…
Tattooed Teardrops
Tattooed teardrops line the sterilized institutional halls for the morning call – hot flesh delivered live from the cold hard streets of steel keeps the iron ball rolling, the silver bell tolling, and the lead still flowing. There is no…
Between these two…
Between these two… There’s a homeless man living under lower Wacker Drive just off the walking path that follows the river. During the day, while the inhabitant is out foraging, I often stroll past his little patch of concrete that…