Like Caffeine

Inside Acuppa-Cuppa, on the corner of Rodeo and Camino Carlos Rey, twenty feet of glass frontage overlooks the sidewalk patio, parking lot, and a dirt island -- home to three aspiring evergreens. Despite the fact that it is winter, the day is almost balmy. Light traffic rolls by and the sky is the flavor blue. A vibrant chrysanthemum on a table near the door is flanked by two overstuffed lounge chairs....

November 29, 2021 · 5 min · Warren R. Smith

Almost There

In the barn leans some thing almost there. In the very frame, red paint flaking, doors askew, old tires in a heap, and what else? -- lots of mouse nest in the air. Limp lengths of fence line lifted, and wading in through the grass, (how hoppers zig and zag) you felt it then as you do now. Almost there. In the faded corn powder and littered straw, boards creaking under foot, something remains something....

November 28, 2021 · 1 min · Warren R. Smith

The Speckled Egg

I am the speckled egg, a nest in the breeze, your feet on the ground, and the hole in your sleeve.  -- The Lady Velasquez. Once upon a time, a big house stood on the edge of a gloomy wood. The master of the house had two children, Marta and Rico. These children so loved one another that when they were apart, they could only be sad. This pricked the man's heart to see as he still grieved for his own true love....

November 27, 2021 · 4 min · Warren R. Smith

The Blue Catfish

On the porch a catfish skull hung spiked to a post. A pair of pliers and a knife for skinning the fish lay crossed on an upside-down five gallon can. Smoldering coals grayed, and the breezeless air remained infused with black pepper, garlic butter, and cayenne. Sammers' best hound dog slept in the doorway, twitching and kicking. As evening fell, the remote Creole shack was soon swallowed up by a dense canopy of trees....

November 26, 2021 · 2 min · Warren R. Smith

1st Post and the Gummy Bees

Maybe its time I start my own website. Therefore this is my first post. It's a beautiful autumn Sunday in Espanola, New Mexico. I saw a coyote down in a dry pond today. He sniffed the air. I was downwind, odor-wise non-existent, and standing stiff as a cottonwood tree. I can do a pretty good tree impersonation. It's tricky stuff. Botched, you end up looking more like Big Foot caught mid-stride and ruing the invention of cameras....

September 12, 2021 · 4 min · Warren R. Smith