All I Want & Peeing on an Electric Fence
. As I drove my kids to school today, they were happily singing along to the following words - I don't want your millions, Mister, I don't want your diamond ring. All I want is... More »
. As I drove my kids to school today, they were happily singing along to the following words - I don't want your millions, Mister, I don't want your diamond ring. All I want is... More »
. My musings found the rhythm, tap, tap, tippity-tap, military drums of times past, bleating, pleading their reminder, across the arid folds of Desert's lap, the famed Buffalo Soldier passed, and Infantry regiments patrolled. Nearby... More »
. They crossed the mighty Missouri, In the year of their Lord, Of eighteen hundred and twenty-one, Departing civilization's certainty, Jumping Off. They picked up the trail of Santa Fe, Heading South and West, To... More »
. As I sit here in this old school of Mesilla, Worn and warm adobe embraces my spirit, Making me aware and sensing deeper meaning, Perhaps warmed more by a chile-rita, A phantasm concoction... More »
. It did not matter, The location of the West, For they sought autonomy. So they continued the press, Pushing Frontier dutifully, Through forest, over river Across plain and desert, Erratically yet freely, Moving... More »
. Between the cool airs of the mountain meadow, And the searing airs of the basin’s sands, Is found the gentle warm breeze breathing through the aspens. From the deep reservoirs of trout spawns,... More »
. Blood money earned by killing a friend, First and second shot fired without a pause, The first finding mark in the heart, Killing the one he was charged to apprehend. Tall Pat sprang on... More »
. I ponder this glass and contents, That Trinity serves me. Strange combination of teapot thundering whistle, Screams across the desert as a banshee. Viscous fire-stormed mushrooms, Symbolically and darkly entice thee. Dreading to quaff... More »
. Indeed, the Three Rivers had come peaceably together. Apache, Spanish, and Yanqui. Though the path was wrought with strife, Thorny as the ocotillo and prickly pear over yonder, They forged through raids and battle... More »
The spirits could be heard beckoning gently, Thought at first only winter's soft breath on winter grasses, Yet upon closer examination the sound found more distant, Murmured suggestions originating from another plane. Spirits somehow... More »