Merciless jungle. Poison arrows, Jaguars lurk. Radio silence.
Old manhole covers, rusted steel. What lives beneath? I’ll never reveal.
Steamed towel. Sweat pores. Graceful straight razor, aftershave. Stiff spined, I howl.
Mansions scream out. Tents hide beneath the canopy. Light rails dart above.
Midnight clouds at noon. Santa hats spackle the stands. Scarlet scarves warm them.
Frosted morning grass. Rusted goalposts stand alone. First twenty two play.
Jack-O-Lanterns rot. Red bellied squirrels wander. Dortmund four points clear.
THE Spanish derby. The difference? Joaquín. Had the squad rapt, reciting some pre-match poetry and asking are they not … More
El Cholo. All black everything. Black shirt, black tie…