I hope we move before I find a pistol. This last stunt hit me hard. I was proud once, dammit. Kept the paint bright, planted trees. Saw the house a quarter mile away. Felt solid, taken care of. Boo-hoo batshit. Don’t let me walk across that bridge alone. For at least a year now I’d [...]
writing life
You should see what’s on the floor
You can never have too many skulls or Guadalupanas. (There are two more Guadas in the cab, you just can’t see them here.) The clear glass object in the center is actually a tiny skull. The filthy gearshift knob is a skull I cast from plastic resin in a mold I made myself about twenty [...]
New Mexico weather early warning system shown. Three hours later it rained in town.
So many dreams lately, so many dreams… Last night in an Irish pub while I waited for my wife and our little blonde-haired daughter, the warmest, friendliest bartender I ever met handed me a stack of coins and said, “Everybody feels better with a little cash…” Out of the blue this was. I hadn’t been [...]
It was different sort of day for us, with just one trip to town. The noisy neighbors were unaccountably and fortunately gone. The weather was warm and breezy. We had bratwursts and veggies to cook for supper, with caramel butter pecan cream and carrot cake for desert. After dark we walked fifty yards down the [...]
“Come in!”
“It smells in here…” Too long, too long. So smudge, and smudge again. Light the stump of that bundle of white sage we bought years ago. Stuff lasts forever, you know. Took me a long time to work out how to light it over the gas burner and extinguish it in the sink. Now sacred [...]
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