E. Charles Rolwing III

     I moved to Chicago in 1986, fresh out of grad school at Ohio University, armed with MFAs in photography and printmaking. The week I moved here I had a show opening at DeGraaf Gallery in the bustling River North art district, where I showed monoprints I made in Athens. It was a three … More A Short Bio 

He had given an earTo any harebrained idea- Laborious facial ticks weighing  Gold mines, health care products  And safe combinations. An old sea dog never Got to sea, but he might have If he ever wanted to And he’ll tell you in a second That he didn’t. Never mean but inflexible, Horny- like he might … More On the Possibility of Being Arrested in Provincetown (poem)

     It’s all about emotional honesty. It is the one thing that I have that is truly unique. There is a need to create something that comes from the heart and soul through the filter of the intellectual. It is where a lifetime adds up. Something of the times, of the world through an … More The Intersection of the Intellectual and Emotional 

A heavy, humid air Settles on the city today, Distant buildings are erased From the top down like An unfinished drawing. An airplane crashed within fog Of this city, and birds flew As if they could do no other- Each’s fall unfathomable  To each. I pause, and hold my breath  For twenty-nine seconds, a lifetime, … More A Plane Crashed Here (poem)