Tag Archives: yellow brick road

yeah. what he said.

Posted on August 16, 2019 by

Wildness is not a luxury, but a necessity of the human spirit. — the prophet edward abbey If you want to get away from the world sometime, go stick your feet in a tiny lake. Look up at the towering … Continue reading →

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marriage yin/yang

Posted on August 11, 2019 by

Yin: Mo completely wrecks her back. She’s unable to walk, move or think. She lies on the floor, totally immobile, in unspeakable pain. She can’t get up, and moves from room to room only in a slow crawl. Her life … Continue reading →

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god shuffled her feet

Posted on August 10, 2019 by

I don’t know anything anymore. Is that normal? is it normal to notice the enormity of everything and just go blank? — the prophet A.M. Homes I’m standing in line at a Subway. I’m sixty three years old. I start … Continue reading →

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life is funny, part 385

Posted on August 7, 2019 by

I would carry you on my shoulders Across the muddy river Texas feels like Mexico She reminds me of my mother — the prophet Alejandro Escovedo Char gives me her prescriptions. She’s almost 90 and has a fracture in her … Continue reading →

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saints and saguaros

Posted on May 21, 2019 by

We have come in search of The Dogs of San Xavier. He has come in search of a miracle. The ancient mission is a pilgrimage site, so it’s only fitting that we have made the trek to seek the old … Continue reading →

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down in the cellar in the Boho zone

Posted on April 12, 2019 by

He wanders up and pulls a drum out of the bag. And then, his life begins again. He’s an old guy. Has his own fold-up stool, the sure sign of a drum circle veteran. He joins maybe 10 or 12 … Continue reading →

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we’re all in the mood for a melody

Posted on April 5, 2019 by

the piano, it sounds like a carnival And the microphone smells like a beer — the prophet william joel i’m running half-mile loops around the arts center while mo communes with her clay. it’s one of those days — warm, … Continue reading →

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