Desperado

Deep in the desert, sand¬†stuck to my skin like moss on one of those river rocks, I pull my horse down through¬†the fried dirt and cactus, looking into dusk at the pinpoint lights of some struggling town. I haven't eaten in days and the regret pushes me toward them, those sleepy ones just cleaning the … Continue reading Desperado

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Finding a Silver Dragonfly Out Back of the Saddleback Motel

It was while I was waiting for her one evening out at that motel on Gunniston Road, that I walked round back of the building, a smoke clinging to my lips, and saw nearly buried but glowing under the neon cowboy with his blinking red rope a piece of silver jutting from the baked hard … Continue reading Finding a Silver Dragonfly Out Back of the Saddleback Motel