Tag Archives: Words

Alone

“I want to come home,” were the only words he could understand. She was crying and sometimes yelling more than the phone speaker could take, and his hearing hadn’t been…

Late Night at the Roadrunner House

Under the bright New Mexico sun, highway 54 from Alamogordo to Carrizozo is congested with traffic taking the “shortcut” between El Paso and Denver. But at night the road is…

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And though this pillow is enough you still come by at night safe from sand and salt –with both elbows on the bed your clothes in a heap –what you…