**Originally posted, July 2011, Revised July 2013** The sign in front of the Standard Artificial Limbs store always makes me think of my step father. On the day he died at the VA hospital in Albuquerque, after my mother and I summoned the rest of the family to tell them he’d passed, once everybody took turns patting him on his rapid cooling forehead, we all walked out into the broiling parking lot, the blacktop almost spongy under the August dessert sun, with my … [Read more...]
In Observance of National Poetry Month
April 11, 2013 By
Sometimes I indulge in a little free verse. Sometimes I indulge in bars and shout "Free Bird!" Anyway, hope you like it. Desert Inn Lovers, like impressions in clay leave behind their sweetness. Blue eyes, brown, this one, that,a lifetime. How many kisses in the dark?Adoring, no hesitation, only love. I welcomed you like the sunpouring over me, a golden glazenever hardening. Wraps round me now, a whiskey spun cocoon,mere memories.No regret. I breathe. I live. I … [Read more...]
Life in America on Route 66
October 4, 2012 By
You know you're back in Indian country when you're scanning the radio dial seeking more spin after the big debate, (I'm a masochist) and instead of pundits you come across Navajo drum music. It was so fitting that I tuned in to that familiar sound just as took I-40 east heading to Albuquerque. In a further cultural mishmosh which is the very definition of the America that I know, I pulled into a motor court here on old Route 66 in Holbrook, AZ because I was just too … [Read more...]
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