Lame

I met Brian when Quaaludes […]

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Mirages

Highway 11 was deserted.

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Maturity

We headed across town, a trip the kids knew not to complain about, not because they would get in trouble, but because they knew how easily tears can cover their father’s face on the way to the cemetery.

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Love in the American Songbook

Modern “cabaret” has its origins in the restaurants of 16th century France – Paris, of course – where customers were allowed to sing if they had drunk enough wine.

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Issue 18

Issue 18

I am very excited to announce that our latest issue of Trajectory is now available.

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Tryst

Tryst

You’re not going to cry, are you?” Roy was sitting on the edge of the bed. He was pulling on his socks.

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