The photo cuts too close and overwhelms me. I had to shake and wipe some tears away. “This world’s on fire, John!” no lie. It’s not the place, it’s not the image. It’s certainly not “Taos.” Forget Taos. You know what I mean. »Buy This Photo!«
spring
Time for dancing naked in the fields
What’s left of the Japanese plum tree outside the dead landlord’s apartment blooms one more time. Its roots reach deep into the sewer line, so it will follow “Uncle Dale” except by chain saw, not by smoking and living over the septic tank. A battered lilac must go with it. The man’s been dead eight [...]
Bare roofs in the background, extra tires. Feel the tension!
This phase of our lives is over.* Funny how everything still looks the same and yet you know and that feels good. It ended some time ago, actually, but here as nowhere else I’ve been, the seasons dominate. 20 below zero? Okay, throw some more piñon in the wood stove and leave the dust bunnies [...]
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