Pain like bands of rain

  pain like bands o rain spin off a hurricane

I have found the very ground

I have found The very ground, The rocks and sand, Where under my hand Entrusted by my family, I shall Continue reading →

Cuenta corta de los años Taco Bueneros en Téxas

EL GATOAbajo hay una cuenta poquito sobre nuestros días como hijos creciendo en Dallas.  Yo las escribí después de oír Continue reading →

Aventura con ma abuelita loca y entonces muerta

I have found The very ground, The rocks and sand, Where under my hand Entrusted by my family, I shall Continue reading →

What happens when you grow up in Texas

Kim chased us out of the kitchen, Out into the yard under the sycamore tree, Roots were old grey-brown bones, Continue reading →

Life at Fenton’s Mill Near Williamsburg

We walked across the upended bricks, Where a wigged and powdered man died of leeches, A running boy died a Continue reading →

They took too long to shoot that goddamn dog

David’s mother died young, then Nietzsche said some stupid shit

David “That which does not kill us makes us stronger.” (Friedrich Nietzsche) So the fuck what?  It’s total bullshit. What it Continue reading →