Driving home in the red Ford, top down, listening to nothing but that sweet small block rumble, a black sky full of stars, a waxing moon. Up in the headlights on the dark stretch I catch a glimpse … [Read more...] about The Mirror
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Dead or Jail…
Luis’ cousin, Sixto, warned him one time, “That white guy is fucked up.” I went after Sixto with a bat for saying that. He had a knife. It was a bad fight. Luis broke it up. I was going to fight … [Read more...] about Dead or Jail…
I Don’t Ever Want To See That Guy Again
I was off the bike, at least any serious riding for the past year. Covid took athletes heart and turned it into afib and heart failure. Not riding wrecked my back. My knees are a mess. It’s been a … [Read more...] about I Don’t Ever Want To See That Guy Again
Scene from a Bodega. Lost in the 1970s
Sitting in a tiny bodega by the screen door. The rains come in raves and torrents down the deserted street. Giant blobs of wet, white snow flakes spatter themselves against the dirty glass window, … [Read more...] about Scene from a Bodega. Lost in the 1970s
Bread
https://www.amazon.com/Three-Lives-Richie-OMalley-Thriller/dp/B08BF2TY78 Bread—a Christmas story Christmas 1965 will always stand out in my mind as the best and saddest yet somehow closest to … [Read more...] about Bread
