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 [...]
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It’s all right Maw
Oh, I am a piece of work. God must be keeping me alive to see just how the story ends. You know how when you drop your guard and trust the world, the universe provides exactly what you want, and then you run away? You don’t? Anyway, I caught myself in time, but it was [...]
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 [...]
Not ours! Empty dwelling nearby, Anglo owner-built or modified (pre-hippie, c. 1960).
Haven’t been able to write for weeks, but it’s only a blog, so let’s give it a go [clears throat]… Remember the tree? It’s still there, hah! A couple of guys came by yesterday to read the water meter that’s now underneath it. They freaked out a little, but I knew they could get to [...]
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.
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