[Longform, 1600 words and counting. Brutal, true, up-lifting, possibly unfair, almost certainly transparent under hindsight. (We’ll see!) There’s a lot of personal history here. This is one I do feel good about and recommend. – JHF]
writing life
The road that Taos County will not grade or plow without a “contribution”…
An early morning mist of wood-fire smoke hangs over Taos Valley; the scent of profit tickles realtors and pols awake to send them roaming in the chilly air. Another day in paradise, perhaps. I feel the power rising in my words. This year we will move or hit the road—either one a happy thought—and we [...]
Last Friday, about 7:30 a.m…
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Love of my life on Xmas Day
Six below zero this morning. If you left it outside, it’s dead or broken. More snow yesterday, powder this time, so you can sweep it with a broom. The dirt road is never plowed because I won’t make a “political contribution.” It’s been this way for over ten years. Meanwhile the main thoroughfare in Taos [...]
Taos Plaza the other night without a soul around
Even more editing, especially at the end. – JHF Other than the truck, I don’t remember many details of the murder up in Questa sometime after we arrived in ’99. Not the sort of thing to savor, obviously. It happened just outside a bar. The perpetrator used his wheels to crush the victim, back and [...]
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