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Friday, May 25, 2018

You. Me. Us.

Dim Sum. Is She Going? Phone Numbers. Adult Games. Past Date Red Wine. Sexy Candles. Jenga Victory. Study Dates. STD Testing. One Month Later. Viking Metal. Black Metal. Russian Tea. Sailor Jupiter. Postcards. True Love. Oyster Dip. Egg-What-Not. Moving In. Talking Dogs. First Simultaneous Proposal. Bear Tooth Rings. Whole Pig. Irish Shoes. Red Tunic. Fumacabra. Oathmaking. Wifeband. Hoseband. The Mistress. Doctor Buddy. Nurse Lola. Coder Woof. Booley Crocket. Slow Cooker. I Broke It. Destiny. Dogpocalypse. Reading Together. Morning Menudo. Mattress Topper. Smartbone. Cold, Chilly, Chilly. Mountain Fortress. Dissing My Mom. Admiring Your Parents. Kale. Quilting. Pierogi. Backyard Treasure. Backdoor Treasure. Animal Style. Silver. Skip-Bo. Sidecar. Driving Lessons. Fountain Pens. Glitter Ink. Poultices. Molcajete. Chipotle Relish. Grilled Meats. Chiparonies. Moar Coffee. La Fresita. Dwarf Elf Goblin Canine Fellowship. Non-Existent Fun List. Dragoon Quad. Iron John’s. Sherlock Binges. Tea Eggs. Inappropriate Cardgame. Teaching Sux. Stoney Baloney. Another Bath. Wild Garlic Grill. The Abomination. Why Have A Kid When You Can Have a Dog? Brat Nieces. Brahmi For Your Mammie. Curative Phở. Elric Is Metal. Twin Peaks. Chocolate Torts. The Good Oak. The Queen of Cheeses. Odd Germany. Nasty. Laphroaig. Monster Camp. Ooooh Charcuterie. Cast Iron. Breakfast for Dinner. Back Dimples. Chemistry Is The Secrets of the Universe. Vichi Naked. Barrel Of Kimchi. TNG Boxset. Dark Tower. Mom's Cyberknee. Dying Again Father. Good Son. Caring Daughter. Five A Night. Loving Wife. Loving Husband. Desire. You. Me. Us.






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For Michelle.

Sunday, May 20, 2018

the storm drain looked back at us.

Two nights ago, my dog & I walked past a storm drain on 15th St, just southeast of 6th Ave. A pair of oversized burning amber eyes stared out at us set slightly further apart than humanly normal. After going a quarter block away, I thought wait, should I go back and investigate? Then I figured if it reached out and got me, what would happen to the dog? Or if it grabbed the dog instead, then I would have to descend into the tunnels to rescue or avenge him, probably against superior numbers. We kept walking. Heather, veteran of many more horror movies than I, said we definitely made the right choice, but now I'll always wonder about it.



[For more Tucson underground weirdness, check out this longer blog.]

Sunday, May 6, 2018

earning Valhalla.

Went to the park to battle some strangers. Took a foam sword to my left eye and a ball-tipped arrow to my right. On top of my two semesters of fencing at university, I'm putting these deaths in my Valhalla bank.

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While a mostly happy bookstore fixture for over two decades, Guillermo Maytorena IV is currently willing to entertain your serious proposals for employment as a literary/cinema critic, goth journalist, castellan, airship pilot/crewperson, investigative mythologist, or assisting in a craft brewery. Should you be connected to any of the above or equally interesting endeavours, do contact him.

Wednesday, May 2, 2018

o' how i burn brilliantly on my course.

Máni & Sunna run through the heavens,

just ahead of the wolves who will one grim day catch them.

They can expect nothing better than this.

But o' how they shine.



I run ahead,

the teeth of my dying father

and my dying marriage

that bloody my heels into sunset.

But o' how I burn,

brilliantly on my course.


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