The worth of dying is variable. Why are the deaths of the dark-skin poor, who live far from oil and with names we cannot pronounce, of a lesser value? Are their smiles different? Maybe it is the way they die; how they fall and rot upon the ground. Their foreign bones must bleach […]
Behind a screen there is time for wheeling moons to wear on the night…
Where is the desert in my body? Where is the deep crack in the earth from whence rises my will? Surely there are towers of ice shadowing the undulation of my ribs and there must be stretches of waterless sand shifting across my heart and spilling into the hollows of my stomach. No more, only […]
Part 1 here There wasn’t room for her in the Residents’ wing so they put Gram upstairs in Memory Care. Just for the night, they promised, just for the night. Lordy haven’t I been the fool, she thought, expecting my son to have worked everything out ahead of time instead of just dumping me here. […]
Naked under their clothes…
(This is a cutting from Living and Dying with Dogs: Turbo Edition.) Part I: Mexico I’m in Mazatlán, sitting at my favorite outdoor bar very near the classic Hotel Belmar, where Duke Wayne and John Huston used to stay in the top floor facing the sea. It’s worth noting that Wayne married a Mexican and […]
A blog can go up in smoke at any moment for any of a dozen reasons. Bloggers get exhausted or discouraged or just don’t want to play the game anymore. They post a “gone fishing” sign as if they will return one day but they don’t. They float away and become one less star in […]
