This is permanent, troubadour

Come the troubadour “ Your life together sure is gonna be rough “ Pray the troubadour: “ She dropped a … More

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 … More

Nickee is a strong prey-drive

Nickee is a high-drive, strong prey drive Rescue Black Labrador Retriever, estimated at 2 years of age.  I adopted her … More

My life as a pop-tart

she’s so fine there’s no telling where the money went “quit moving around or we’ll have to kill you (nurse … 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

We begged our children as bats, v0

We begged our children as batsTo eat the insects of our existenceTo eat the insects feasting our illnessesTo eat the … More

The poison wind

“This is not Las Marismas. No ships no boats no futures sail from here. The winds carry only poison, the … More

While at sea RICK gets letter from CLARE

While at sea RICK gets letter from CLARE (CLARE, in letter to RICK) CLARE Ricky, I’m writing to you from … More

Asturían miners’ lament

TIMOTEO Asturiàs is not Las Marismas.  No ships, no boats, no futures sail from here. The winds billow nothing. They … More

Buckaroo Banzai and I

Army buddy Zoom-Zoom Mat’s’da ( pronounced mazda he swore ), he was aka “Buckaroo Banzai”, and me, “Doogie Howser, O/C”, … 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

He became a walkin’, talking’ fragmentation grenade

once Highlander starts to sense you believe in him, he’ll do something  to make you hate him … all in … More

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 … More

Little story about them Taco Bueno years in Dallas

I remember first hearing of this song at 6637 Saint Anne Court in Dallas,Texas, on that tube radio I painted … 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

Does fear whisper?

does “wrong” cling? does “wrong” point? does it then whisper in your ear “it is time , that you leave … 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

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

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

Oh, i remember you … showed me a painting one day

i am the friend come to you dressed as the enemy whom you recognise when false friends steal your clothes … More

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

To whose devices?

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

Jerez: Gargoyle, hija, come meet me at mass,

Gargoyle, hija, come, meet me at mass, where I with flatness of wood shall plan to beat your fungal ass, … More