Category: Western
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The Hip and the Cruel
There’s a super fresh reality percolating in Albuquerque Nob Hill groovy pubs Ruby red placentas in Placitas fall from hospital skies of red brick, brown and gold and sexy satin flesh fresh as newly fallen snow on the ultra-hip Sandias cruising on Central, Montgomery or Indian School to smoke the city lights with the hobos Read more
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Mingling With the Savages
The parched, rocky landscape flew by me like a desolate nightmare. The sky so gaping wide, churning blue and cream. Read more
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The Chronicles of Anton Chico (Love and Loss)
For the battles break you at times. There. Over those hills I look out at the far gone on the horizon, now bathing in the holy amber light of another fading day. Read more
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Inclined Corners of a Yellow Map
This is a companion piece to Bite of the Oven Salesman. Cigarettes For a Saint Once I was west and with the oven selling in Omaha behind me, I set a half-empty pack of Marlboro cigarettes on the stone feet of St. Francis outside the great cathedral in Santa Fe as a sort of offering. Read more
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Fiona Blood Orange (End)
“Well, I’m sorry. There’s good naked and bad naked. Sex naked is good. Breakfast naked is bad. That’s just how it is.” Read more
CEREAL AFTER SEX 