There are all the memories a person could want hanging on your wall. Pictures of the strangers that share our blood...pictures of us. The family tree ain't what she used to be. You say that it's your fault and for this I agree. You are sitting there crying about what? I do not know. You …
Another country
Standing in front of St. Igesius Catholic Church,purple cactus around me,the Bofecillos Mountains rising behind,I watch a Texas tornado sweeptoward the Rio Grande—headed for another country. Like that other country across the Rio Grande,you too are a foreign land—how carelessly you hold my handor kiss my cheek when you say hello.It’s not home, but sometimesit’s …
Dixie's Road Trip 