Works
His two collections of poems are Brass Knuckles (University of Pittsburgh Press, 1979) and Streets in Their Own Ink (Farrar, 2004). His fiction includes Childhood and Other Neighborhoods, The Coast of Chicago, and most recently I Sailed With Magellan, a novel-in-stories. His work is frequently anthologized and appears regularly in magazines such as Harper's, The New Yorker, Atlantic Monthly, Poetry, Tin House, Ploughshares, and Triquarterly.
In 2004, his collection, The Coast of Chicago, was the “One Book, One Chicago” selection. “One Book” is a program in which the selected book is read in libraries and high schools throughout the city. Also in 2004, I Sailed With Magellan was awarded the prize in adult fiction from the Society of Midland Authors. The book was selected as a New York Times Notable Book and cited as an American Library Association Notable Book of 2005. One of the stories, “Breasts,” appears in the 2004 Best American Short Stories.
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