An excerpt from the poem “Golden Shovel for Chicago” by Mike Puican, (poetry, ’09), published by Linden Avenue:




“Golden Shovel for Chicago”

City of car alarms, a chair flying through a second floor window—no one asks if
there’s a story. Cigarettes in a doorway, congregation at Sunday service holier than thou

but not indifferent to the braided cable of voices calling for change to be
now. A young mother hand printing FIGHT FOR $15/HR with plans for more

than quilts on the floor or cardboard covering the car window, with hopes for more than
watching the boy shot 16 times or listening to explanations of city officials who hate […continue reading here]

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