New Mexico
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Cliff Ass
He goes into his bedroom, crawls into the bed, and takes a nap. There is a dream of a rigid street, a neon and black hotel bar with a large window gazing out onto the world, the lighted stage, all the unreal. He’s the only one there for now. The pumped-in music is instrumental and… Continue reading
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The Astronaut
The rainbow in the sky has anxiety as the planets cry and the moon tips over. His spacesuit is uncomfortable, he thinks, as he floats outside the ship trying to make a repair to a component he doesn’t even understand. He turns his head toward a beautiful blue planet, not Earth, and wonders what it… Continue reading
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Yesterday
Drawing blank French bread on a typical Thursday after a harsh rainstorm. Sometimes I feel empty. Sometimes I feel as if my soul is an unbodied mortal shell, a cistern with but a drop of water. Whatever can I gather from that? This. Wayward thoughts. Banana leaves. Golden taco trucks sunning themselves on the streets… Continue reading
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Roswell 1969
The low machine hum of the big, big city is entrenched in gaslight dawn. The birds and the killers are mum, waiting for the razor light of god’s heart to percolate and breed as the handmade souls rise, wash and run. And it was a hot day in the desert, a blowtorch sky was blowing… Continue reading
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The Celestial Salad Bar (Two)
Albom Riff handed over the cash for the room at the Robin Hood and took his key. It was a real key, a brass key, attached to a yellow piece of plastic shaped like a diamond and with the room number 9 etched into it. “Thanks,” he said to the woman behind the counter, and… Continue reading
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The Celestial Salad Bar (One)
The man in the red jacket pressed the button. The next thing he knew, he was standing at a salad bar built into an old western wagon. Continue reading
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The Outlandish Dapple of a Carnival Creep
She opened her eyes and gave him a look like a snapping whip ferociously forced forth by the wrist of an ancient cowboy. Continue reading
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Tecumah (2.)
“Seems like it was just yesterday I was sitting on your couch in your super hip Nob Hill pad looking up at the wall and admiring this painting while we got baked to oblivion. Those sure were some good times.” Continue reading
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Tecumah (1.)
“You’re the immigrant,” he snarled in a wild, earthy way. “And I’ll gladly knock you back to Europa.” Continue reading
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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… Continue reading
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