Monthly Archives: September 2014

Life is a Card You Draw

When I was, oh, eight or nine, somewhere around there, I played this Mexican game called LoterĂ­a. My aunt had brought the game from New Mexico. (Her husband died of cancer, so she moved to California where we lived, where … Continue reading

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Confused Old Bag

Damn, my recall is crap. In my last post I said Violeta Parra was Peruvian. But she wasn’t. She was Chilean. I’m sitting here listening to her singing her remarkable songs, and then like a slap upside my head, BAM! … Continue reading

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The Beat Goes On (and a poem)

Summer is on its last legs. I hate to see it end. It’s been a long summer. It’s been a short summer. It was great. It was horrible. It started out good, really good. Then I ran into disappointment, then … Continue reading

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