Córdoba: My mouth is a Moorish gate
My mouth is a Moorish gate of rhinestones and piercings and spikes.
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Jerez: Our stones, they beg for a river
Our stones shear, like our religions, whose fall so near. There’s the catch, the shiver, the beg for a river. Continue reading
Jerez: Our stones, they shear, they shear like our religions
Our stones, they shear, they sheer like our religions.
“Never trust the Indig“ (The Highlander)
In Korea there was Ajima and her Slickee Boys. Ajima was a jerk-dried cuttlefish of a old woman. Ajima boiled Continue reading
One tries not to sound bitter
Son came sometimes sad Son made himself mad The son failed to flower every daylight hour One tries not to Continue reading
Them feral dogs, that feral daughter
So I adopted this Black Lab, Nickee. Looks for all the world like every other Black Lab– ‘cept for the Continue reading
god is a bee without a chair, v0
god is a bee without a chair, v0 I believe in birds , not bees , nor wasps , nor Continue reading
“I believe in birds, not bees
i believe in birds, not bees, nor wasps, nor hornets. god is a bee without a chair each i fly Continue reading
