Peoria, Arizona
All ringing after the explosion, he turns to find only sundered limbs and expired blood; he rushes past his work and bares the second stick and lights its fuse. The dynamite sends into the base of the western wall and some erratic movement can still be heard in the smokescreen. Another boom shakes the wall […]
“He drank so much out of fear and disappointment with himself, that he locked himself in his room until he drank so much his stomach sloshed out of his body, and all he could feel was the paining explosion of once-repressed grief and misery and he called out for his wife and children that he […]
He lumbers back into the street, and it is midday—the town marinates him in decrepit isolation and base instincts. Some desert fauna nest in the slacks of ramada steps, and their white orbs pop in their adumbration. The vicious curs gnaw at a felled calf donning pustular cysts on its udder and diseased rashes in […]
The ringleader offered him a dollar if he would stay for the show, so the young desperado did. He was fingering the smooth-bore barrel of his revolver as a few militias bustled around a few shop ramadas—a handful of dirty-faced children roamed afront of the wagon carts reared before the town hall, their caretakers staggered […]
He shoots down a tin can behind the saloon and the bartender tells him he did well. He lumbers atop dog whelks and broken shells back to the hitching post and feeding troughs where he propped up the ancient containers of spirits and liqueurs. Aching and stretching his back, the man returns the shot metal […]