Mexico
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Sanctums of Stickiness
Nothing in this head but letters to the dead The hollow hell of yellow hills I berate the dirt and uranium trails The travelers wail Sitting by a fire in the drunken woods Blue-white flames pierce the black of night Then on the beach On the shores of the Gulf of Mexico El stupido I’ll… Continue reading
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The Chronicles of Anton Chico (The Dragon)
It was as if I was somehow always on the precipice between darkness and light and could just not get my leg over that highest rail. Continue reading
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The Chronicles of Anton Chico (A Mexican moon)
Those barriers, those watch towers, those rows of razor wire are grim reminders of human selfishness, the God negative and gluttony, hypocritical pride and the suffering in its wake. Continue reading
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The Chronicles of Anton Chico (The First Instinct)
I told him I wanted to go to Juarez. He asked why. I told him I wanted to submerge myself in the various arts of indecency. He asked why. I thought about it, and I couldn’t tell him why. Continue reading
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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. Continue reading
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The Laguna Bungle (Session 3)
I rang the doorbell again, but was I really expecting a dead woman to answer? My thoughts had gotten ahead of me once again because the door slowly opened. Continue reading
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