the pain buys less drink every day only the high thin clouds of memory persist blown like stirred like coffee Continue reading
At one point, we each of us get one very stupid fucking lieutenant. The unreachable one. The unteachable one. The Continue reading
This bull, he bellow his death. This final bull, he take the thunder over his knee. This bull he tell Continue reading
For this bull: 1. Death, he take his time. 2. Death, he file his nails. 3. Death, he take a Continue reading
I come for you hombrelitos. I call for you by name. I bring to you your shame. I steal from Continue reading
What troubles the mules is not the presence, the loiter, the stink, of death, rather the intrusion upon one’s dying.
The elephant he come for the bull the nods of heads, the “ Okay, my friend … “ the trunk Continue reading
The bull he walk off, like the elephant for his own words, with his own death. The quick understanding the Continue reading