They are all over the city, running geese with tails and woofs. Many have mange, others have the signs of wounded battles, and others are like these, bones and waiting for the last day. Los perros flacos, and I saw this one a few weeks ago when I was reading at the Memorial Library on Culebra. There are two of them: one is a black pit, I call him "Negro," who loves me now, and this white one, "La Flaca," her bones crackle when she walks. Negro runs the show, I guess.
You need to get rid of these dogs, the homeowner says. She says that people dump dogs here, and the City hasn't been able to catch them. Since I've been feeding them, they come to me, and Negro jumped into my van this morning. He's ready to go. You ready for the doggie garden? It was the deer strips, I think.
Longleaf pines are native to the southeast United States, and their conservation status is vulnerable. Only three percent of this historic, unrottable pine tree forest that can live up to 500 years remains. With long leaf pine (no smack gum) by the comeback sensations, The Krayolas, it is clear they intend to make great music for the long haul. I’m talking about one song in particular, “Twelve Heads in a Bag,” a deceptive rock-ballad (written and sung by Hector Saldana, with Max Baca on bajo sexto and Michael Guerra on accordion). Twelve Heads… is dedicated to the beheaded victims of Mexico’s drug wars. As has been said before but needs to be said again, it is the first corrido of the 21st century and it’s for the history books. Twelve Heads in a Bag makes you want to dance with a Lone Star in your hand, no matter the barbeque stains on your Tshirt, wondering why it wasn’t you in that bag.