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.
Issue 18
I am very excited to announce that our latest issue of Trajectory is now available.
Blue Horses
White pill for pain
Tryst
You’re not going to cry, are you?” Roy was sitting on the edge of the bed. He was pulling on his socks.
Gravel
The boy stared at the flag-shadow as it waved / from the confluence of the walls and ceiling.
Missing
He was in town for some kind of head hunting thing. Whether it was for jobs, or ,white slavery, was anyone’s guess. He didn’t specify. My guess was, it was a combination of both. As the bartender, I often had time for speculation. Observation and speculation. Often times I missed the mark with my guesses… Continue reading Missing
Picking Blackberries
If we are lucky, facts of life will force us to accept the reality of our desires our fears and unleash our innate need to express ourselves, to achieve self-literacy through self-expression, though I live in a world of painful existential questions and threats I do believe in the world, I want to live in… Continue reading Picking Blackberries
Building A Silence
Street empty as a healing heart, I lean the patio wall, Swisher Sweet packed with pot, friends equally afraid. Wednesday brings the chill, hawks fleeing ahead. They say it’s a west wind— it carries the desert, it trails a fire. A car scrapes a manhole cover, the squall of a New Depression song rackets from… Continue reading Building A Silence