A Death In The Family (Ernesto Trejo Poems)
I was off to Los Angeles to the burial of my cousin. The drive, as usual, was tedious, except for ...
I was off to Los Angeles to the burial of my cousin. The drive, as usual, was tedious, except for ...
It starts with the picture of my grandfather,machinegunned in his car, Packard De Luxe, 1923.A snapshot with poor composition, slightlyout ...
being the German kid in the 20's in Los Angeleswas difficult.there was much anti-German feeling then,a carry-over from World War ...
On a mountain-side the real estate agents Put up signs marking the city lots to be sold there. A man ...
here they come these guys grey truck radio playing they are in a hurry it's quite exciting: shirt open bellies ...
I In the depths of the Greyhound Terminal sitting dumbly on a baggage truck looking at the sky waiting for ...
Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! The world is holy! The ...
There's a breathless hush on the freeway tonight Beyond the ledges of concrete restaurants fall into dreams with candlelight couples ...
I thought of how a whale's white ribs could choke the sky's blue neck, massive vertebrae half-buried in sand, and ...
You whom the kings saluted; who refused not The one great pleasure of ignoble days, Fame without name and glory ...
The only thing I miss about Los Angeles is the Hollywood Freeway at midnight, windows down and radio blaring bearing ...
Contemplating Hell, as I once heard it, My brother Shelley found it to be a place Much like the city ...
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, the mountain in back of the lake promised us ...
ANOTHER METHOD OF MAKING WALNUT CATSUP And this is a very small cookbook for Trout Fishing in America as if ...
I go to bed in Los Angeles thinking about you. Pissing a few moments ago I looked down at my ...
call it the greenhouse effect or whatever but it just doesn't rain like it used to. I particularly remember the ...
40-acre growth found in Michigan. - The Los Angeles Times The sky is full of ruddy ducks and widgeon's, mockingbirds, ...
Did my widow flit about From Mackinac to Los Angeles, Resting and bathing and sitting an hour Or more at ...
Last night, again, I dreamed my children were back at home, small boys huddled in their separate beds, and I ...
Los Angeles hums a little tune -- trucks down the coast road for Monday Market packed with small faces blinking ...
Los Angeles hums a little tune -- trucks down the coast road for Monday Market packed with small faces blinking ...
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