Archive for 2008/12/24


“The Man Who Makes Little Fish from Sticks”

Wearing only a green loincloth, a barefooted indian approached me. Lean and muscular, his straight black hair hung down past his ears in a “page boy” style cut typical of “Cholos” or straight-haired people. His flat, broad feet were caked with sand. A two and a half foot long machete was slung across his back […]

regrets

I wasn’t supposed to love you, I wasn’t supposed to care, It hurt me when you didn’t call, Even worse when you weren’t there. It was hard to live without you, It was harder to let you go, Sometimes I still think of you, I once missed you more than you know. I […]