Sevilla: The elephant he come for the bull

The elephant he come for the bull the nod of heads, the “ Okay, my friend … “ the trunk … More

How do we, dolphin, kill him, shark?

How do we,  dolphin,  kill him,  shark?  How do we,  eel  kill her,  urchin?  How do we,  bee,  kill him,  bird?

Un-jig, (traditional, as sung by the mother-in-law)

i had a daughter-in-law, where god often will put a jaw, that girl had a circular-saw she ripped my boy … More

This was the worst victory

At the 3 cuchillo strikes it take to put him down down This was the worst death, the worst fight, … More

This bull take the thunder over his knee

Bull feel the sword hit bone “Take your little boy bag and go home” Bull feel lightning spark “he take … More

Upon my friend encountering his first raptor

Like any discerning peregrine Your handsome hooded friend bore well away from the black-holes of carrion-crows Your condor sailed not … More

Back when refrigerators were iceboxes

Back when refrigerators were iceboxes, Dad worked for Texas Instruments When station wagons were bandaged in fake wood, Seatbelts never … More

laVidaCode: studbook

“` bash Fri Apr 14 14:50:11 ~/studbook (master *) $ node db/seed.js right above var HorseSchema about to do mongoo.Promise … More

What troubles the mule

What troubles the mule less the fetid, the loiter, the faeces, the longing, the foul-breath, the larceny of death … … More

Jerez: Our stones beg for a river

Our stones shear, like our religions. There’s the catch, the shiver. The believer, he beg for a river.

Enrique Caruso, doom-bird of Mayfair

ok, not so much singing, it was Enrique Caruso, the insane brain-battered red cardinal who every sunrise sunset flies straight … More

Remind me later how much this hurts now

The high thin clouds of memory persist blown like stirred like coffee dregs, stirred like gnats by a summer wind … More

Boy misses dog, then turn … the whole enchilada

the pain buys less drink every day only the high thin clouds of memory persist blown like stirred like coffee … More

Annabelle at Austin, redux

Fred’neck “I’m easy << Neither of us is easy Mayfair “I knew you could have made that travel more cheaply … More

Soothe the writhing child of panic

one calls out for that friend that saves the catch of breath that says “i know you, i see you, … More

Lift the fear, like a child

Lift the fear like a child fallen from a white kite forgotten from the eyes of the cancer wind. One ached … More

Lift the fear, like a child

The fear you lifted like a child fallen like a kite forgotten descends a cancer wind. One aches for a wing of a … More

The scent of fear is kerosene and cancer

Favor the fear, like a child

Favor the fear, like a child. Feed it a broken wing of a bread. Leave it unburied, like our dead.

Lift the fear, like a child fallen, from a white kite well forgotten

Desertion is a breech birth

Desertion is not diarrhea. Desertion is a breech birth. Bring your soldiers. Bring your infants. Now, men, here’s our plan: … More

I mistook César for Jésus

We all get one very stupid fucking lieutenant

At one point, we each of us get one very stupid fucking lieutenant. The unreachable one. The unteachable one. The … More

Jerez: Our stones, they shear, they shear like our religions

Our stones, they shear, they sheer like our religions.

Sevilla #4: Pepe Moral, #2. #61, LIMOSNERO

For this bull: 1. Death, he take his time. 2. Death, he file his nails. 3. Death, he take a … More

Sevilla: I will make you shit your breeches

I come for you hombrelitos. I call for you by name. I bring to you your shame. I steal from … More

Sevilla: The bull he walk off

The bull he walk off, like the elephant for his own words, with his own death. The quick understanding the … More

Córdoba: My mouth is a Moorish gate

My mouth is a Moorish gate of rhinestones and piercings and spikes.

Jerez: ¡ Yeah, gargoyle !

¡ Yeah, gargoyle ! ¡ Arribasé la cabeza ! Lift high your head ! Prepare to receive the bread, Baked … More

Sevilla: I, the bull, became more tired than I ever

I, the bull, became more tired than I ever knew was possible to grow tired and so sleepy and they … More

The Highlander wuz Kurtz, Colonel, Commanding

My Colonel Kurtz’ was Colonel Highlander — a larger-than-life bull of an Infantry officer who was my battalion commander in … More

Give the war its head. Let it choose …

Give the war its head. Let it choose … who are to be its dead.

You floated far, fast, firm, forgotten kite.

You floated far, fast, firm, forgotten like a kite.