Between the sheets I confess, to sleeping with books, covers spread open and waiting— they beckon, a fluttering of leaves like lapping tongues. Oh, their smooth embossed spines. The tawdry ones are good for a night. Rumpled, smelling of smoke, usually borrowed and broken. They’re anybody’s book, sorry, sticky maybe, used and returned. The worldly wise leave an exotic taste, others have the common … [Read more...]
Everything’s looking up at Dearborn Street Station
This photograph was taken during the Printers Row Lit Fest. Weighed Words had a table in the Chicago Publishes tent, which was almost smack dab in the middle of Dearborn, and this is what I looked at during my two days of schmoozing and selling. Here's a link if you'd like to know a little more about Dearborn Street Station and historic Printers Row. More to come soon! … [Read more...]