Meet us by the Skyway over the Calumet River, eavesdrop on the strangeness of the mundane, and share poetry while hugging a standard-issue garbage can.
Brush up on your mammary history, and dance with elephants without music.
Find out what whores, bees, and doctors have in common.
Encounter a trio of fathers: one bad, one hypothetical, one medal-worthy.
And just before we say goodbye to the winter of 2016/2017, let's contemplate again the human form and visage, be they animated, painted, photographed, drawn, or sculpted out of welded steel.
Paul Martinez Pompa