He Didn’t Bite, NaPoWriMo

He was tame, if truth be told-a curtain twitching kind of fool-heartedguard dog making studies of how the othersmade their way through the humdrum.He was sturdy in routine, if not stature-nose in the paper after the Six O’clock newson the far edge of the sofa every night,inside-out sweaters on a Saturdayand passing round the basketin […]

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FIESTA, EST-CE QUE CE MONDE EST SERIEUX

  Hemingway loved the bull, both the beast and the shit- the bravado of animal instinct bared on horny streets in the heat, caught up, breathless, in the chase- the Aficionado on fire, at the Fiesta, those buen hombres who always knew how to get a room in a hotel with nothing left to rent […]

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