I'm out on the balcony of my third-floor apartment with my partner, John. I'm telling him about my plans for a spring garden. "I wanna do tomatoes, but they didn't work good last year, so I'll have to try a different variety. And corn, I wanna do corn again." John nods along politely. It's a... Continue Reading →
Fields of ghosts Surround me. The wet mist creeps Across the road Seeking new hosts.
The warning lights in the cockpit flared bright red. An alarm screamed overhead. “We’re losing altitude!” I hollered at D.O.T. T., as I frantically adjusted the throttle and tried to hang on to the control wheel. “Do something!” “I am sorry. According to the systems information, our left wing, rudder, and stabilizers are operating at... Continue Reading →
It's a beautiful, seventy-five-degree day, and the whole city block smells of piss. I'm outside the ARCH shelter in Austin, on 7th and Nueces, sitting against a wall. A stereo nearby blares "Don't Take It Personal" by Monica as a hint of marijuana smoke floats by on the February breeze. My shift starts in 30... Continue Reading →
Dora lives on a ranch with her family. They all sleep together in a single room, divided by partitions. She wakes up one night to use the toilet, and walks out of the building and down the path to the outhouse. She always likes to look up at the sky. Tonight she sees bright lights,... Continue Reading →
'Her body, her choice! My body, my choice!' 'No Trump, no KKK, no fascist USA!' 'Hear our voice! Hear our voice!' It's Saturday, January 21st, 2017. 50,000 humans chant together as we move down the street toward the Capitol in the hot January sun. 50,000 of us have gathered here- adult men, teenagers, college students, grandparents,... Continue Reading →
Samuel was a security guard at a halfway house for recently released inmates in North Austin. His co-worker checked one of the clients out of the house one day so this man could go to the library and apply for jobs on the public computers. The guard filled everything out and sent the man on his... Continue Reading →
Joseph Howell wrote Hard Living on Clay Street in 1970 while living in a white, working-class suburb of Washington DC. He was there to gather information about how these types of people actually live their lives, and the book he wrote about it is absolutely fascinating. My favorite part of this book is the section... Continue Reading →