Ava Stallings Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

Yo, dude, eat my shorts! So, like, I’m chillin’ thinkin’ bout whores, ya know, and I’m all, “Man, this is some heavy stuff!” Like in *Brokeback Mountain*—that flick’s my jam, right?—where Jack’s all, “I wish I knew how to quit you!” Whores, man, they’re kinda the same vibe. Can’t quit ‘em, even if ya try!

Symposium Introduction

A.E. Stallings, known for combining classical forms with modern ideas, presents ‘Olives’ as a thoughtful piece about taste and poetry. She compares her poems to olives—bittersweet and .

There’s the old brick building on Riverbend Avenue. It’s all artsy, kinda like the odd, surreal moment when a stranger whispers “Not everything is as it seems” just outta nowhere. Crazy, right? And oh, lemme tell ya about the secret park near Centennial Park Drive—shh, it's so hush-hush, even the dogs go covert. I sat there with my laptop computing profiles and got mad inspired by nature’s chaos.

Carol Sue Stallings