We begged our children as bats To eat the insects of our existence To guide us deaf, lacking radar To Continue reading
the pain buys less drink every day only the high thin clouds of memory persist blown like stirred like coffee 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 extend.