Posted by on Sep 24, 2009 in The American Southwest | 0 comments

I grew up like a

wild west weed wan­der­ing tall and round, spiky. dried and hol­low, drifting. shot out of loose sand home, dull fibrous bit­ter green. raises a stink when torn. sun dries to a hard snap pro­tec­tive, razor lances. scrape skin, embed in nap Lots, gar­dens, street edges squeeze, wrenched brown dry...
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Posted by on Apr 10, 2008 in Self-identity, The American Southwest | 5 comments

Señorita Ruth on: Self-Identity

Tell me a lit­tle about your­selfI’m always hard-pressed to fill in an “About Me” blurb or make an effort to “Tell [you] about [my]rself.” It’s cer­tainly not an easy ques­tion to answer, and the more I think about it, the more com­pli­cated it gets. My reac­tion to such tasks is always...
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