Tag Archives: Jeremy Nathan Marks

King or Queen, I don’t dream of American royalty. I see a man and a woman climbing the front steps of a slum in blistering Chicago and sheltering from the swelter of a rock and a bomb Cicero and Birmingham. … Continue reading →

Five years past, I walked to Cleveland from London, Ontario. My passport was the memory of monarchs and warblers. I touched water at the Rondeau spit. A shroud of perch bones settled on the lake’s surface. It was January, season … Continue reading →

The hammer song that pounding of the mallets in the forges and down the alleys is indeed a form of music a material melody played to the tune of what we make we too shall break In a vulgar, maybe … Continue reading →

“Football combines the two worst things about America: it is violence punctuated by committee meetings.” – George Will I heard the football game and the football band from my yard and wondered if the players took their plays from Mao’s little … Continue reading →