Maybe I can do this after all. It only took me eighteen years of living in Taos, most of them spent less than ten miles from this spot, but I did find it. It’s a stupefying place. The scale and closeness of the cliffs are shocking. The open space between them is too much to [...]
Taos
Space is grace but not the place
Ohhhh they was bighorn sheep cross the Rio Pueblo gorge hoppin down the rocks hangin from the trees but the house itself need a awful lotta work itty bitty rooms feelins I don’ need Lovin me the quiet and the big blue sky baby need a home give a man a bone happy to be [...]
Es hora de salir de este lugar
The Doberman barks all hours by the trailer down the road, jumping back and forth against his chain that flashes silver in the sun. I realize I am the dog. The eighty feet of elm that fell but only grazed the house had smashing walls in mind. Identifying with the only thing it ever tried [...]
Here we are and this is what we do, both feet flat on the ground. You just put one foot in front of the other, her father told her. We just go until we stop, she said.
The blue sky reflected in the puddles! Win!
There was silence when I walked up to the car this morning. Nothing. No barks, no jangling chain, no pity crying in my heart. Maybe the neighbor’s dog died, I said to myself. I sort of wished he had. He was chained outside a few steps from the gate. A Doberman, black and very skinny. [...]
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