Read Like An American
Read like an American – remembering your grandparents’ living rooms wherever those were, rooms where you were not in charge, where cooking smells captured you […]
Cancer
Here’s where the cancer will recur […]
38 Cents
in between dances / she looks for her last chance […]
Spell
Exhaling, Shadow sat down on the inbound 1. She swallowed two pills without water – her head fell forward and jerked back up again in the space of a second.
Crisis On Our Southern Border
Note from Editor: While this is a personal photo essay and solely reflects the views of the author, Trajectory staff fully support the humane treatment of all migrants and all American …
No Good Decisions
A quarter of six, weather dimming […]
Living Alone with a One-Eyed Cat
Mornings I hear the / whoosh of cars trucks & buses on […]
Lame
I met Brian when Quaaludes […]
Mirages
Highway 11 was deserted.
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 …
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.
Blue Horses
White pill for pain
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