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 …

Expectations

During the summer before her senior year of high school, RJ takes in ironing from the wrinkled upper middle class in her small town. Because her mother is a widow, RJ babysits and irons to …

Oklahoma Dust

Dust on the dash, windows up as we roll through back roads, radio on static. I will never leave you – in my head, not on my tongue – as mile markers disappear into a cool sunset. That flight …

Dumbing Down My Life

I’m awake this morning, but even as sun streams through the windows, I feel dead. Something is wrong with my brain and I don’t like it. There’s no traction to my thoughts. When I try to sit …

Mirror, Mirror

“What’s that?” My father and I were cleaning out my grandmother’s railroad apartment and had come near the end of the hallway with her chest of drawers. “Your grandmother’s bed sheets.” He …

Flight

You’re strapped in for the hour flight, when a young woman, all flush and out of breath, stops at your row, apologizes with her eyes for making you get up. You fumble with the seat belt, …

Tom Hurtz Travelouge Pt. 2

Tom Hurtz is a biker who thinks America is best experienced from the back of a motorcycle. The photos and commentary are from his 2017 journey through South Dakota’s Badlands. This is …

Tom Hurtz Travelouge Pt. 1

Tom Hurtz is a biker who thinks America is best experienced from the back of a motorcycle. The photos and commentary are from his 2017 journey through South Dakota’s Badlands. This is …