The wind is smoking my cigarettes again. It does that. San Antonio is windy. Or where I stand to smoke my cigs is windy. We wrestle. Me trying to smoke. The wind trying to smoke. Me trying to smoker faster than the wind can steal my smoke away. I live a little in fear of […]
Winds — Are whipping Austin. Whipping the trees. Whipping the air. Whipping the neighbor’s wind chimes. I did not think I would like those wind chimes when the neighbors moved in. But I do. I can hear and taste the electric wind. I lift my face and nose and just breath. where the […]
It is — 3:30 in the morning and the air is finally beginning to move. It is still hot air, but not as hot as earlier. And if I close my eyes I can imagine the sound of wind and soft distant traffic is the ocean and I am somewhere near the sea […]