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 →

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 →

The spite chair (can one tap souls as one taps trees?)

and i learned o life in fear, where one returns not phone calls and speaks not one’s mind and sits Continue reading →

Me n Calvo at the Venice Beach

did it rain that evening at the show? did we kiss on the bus the way back from the show? Continue reading →

Life in the wilderness without women

one bought brass for shaving pencils, and orange paper;painful to be in silence were those days desert wore cotton gloves Continue reading →

Annabelle al Austin

  Fred’neck “I’m easy      << Neither of us is easy Mayfair “I knew you could have made that travel Continue reading →