The Nature of Trust
He told me he’s able smell them as soon they walk into his office, urine and feces or layers of caked dirt, he has eyes at the back of his head, listens to see if a client brandishes a gun or knife, or is having a schizophrenic episode, in which case he’ll talk her down, […]
From the Lower Depths: for Dorothea Lange
A living room in the street beneath the freeway where a dog barks 24/7 tied to a clothes line a sawhorse corralled near a barbecue pit pallets and bedspreads rescued from last year’s construction site a chair missing one arm but still good enough to relax on a summer’s evening and listen to the sound […]