In Mexico these are the days of waiting. A million women await their men. Millions More of wild-eyed children wait for Their fathers to come home, at least For a Christmas while. A million men Make their way toward homes that fill Their emptiness, passing southward past The cold and empty plains they planted With […]
Marty Lahiff
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El Otro Lado: The Strider
I passed a man on the highway Sunday night as the sun set behind the lower Santa Rita peaks. He was far from anywhere and no man belonged out there alone without wheels that day even if his jaunty walk looked like he knew where he was going, and wanted to get there fast.