Tough, undercooked yams
bend the hard metal masher.
Back in the oven!

Chased for his blackness.
Chased because he could be chased.
Chased for no reason.

Walking through weather –
the warm and welcoming kind –
can lighten the soul.

When I think of love,
I think of wanting to pause
the world, just for us.

Here in Chicago,
not many Republicans
make it to the polls.

Hello there, cop car.
Why are you flashing your lights
so aggressively?

Too few restaurants
serve appropriate portions.
Um…doggie bag, please!

Pour yourself a beer.
Just know that Guinness is rank.
Saint Patrick said so.

Our big, dumb heater
cannot do anything right.
Can we replace it?

Whatever weather
patterns make it hot in spring
could kill our summer.