LareDOS[redux] (https://laredosnews.com/category/columns/page/2/)
Ode to the bronzed sore loser barking lies
to chumps like a carnival clown; never one
to take the high road: may he find his way to the pen
I am a dream lost in the laced light of dawn. I am memory and gratitude, the risk of November, a promise regretted.
“How came we through the swells and troughs to rifle God’s pure grace?”
I’ll likely be back this way; returning, after all, a way to gauge how little or how much I’ve changed
By the age of enjoying grandchildren and enduring the indignities of old men’s malfunctioning bodies, Fred and I had both become almost as much wiser as we were older
The words “police force” refer less to manpower than to the all-too-common methods of many officers
Peyote buttons, also called “Japanese Buttons,” cost $2.5o per thousand f.o.b. Los Ojuelos in 1909; they were shipped by Tex-Mex rail from Aguilares to Laredo for distribution to reservations north of the Red River
You will not agree with or like all of it, but at least then you can decide what speaks to you honestly and thoughtfully, or what reeks like a late-night skunk or the cow shit you remember from your youth
What they really left behind is what they always have – the wonder that ever I could love anyone as much as I do those two nenas