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Coco la Boca
Less horsepower, more horses.
Interests: southwest history, folklore, politics, community places
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The founding of Perea’s Bar was commemorated, somewhat brazenly, in a mural that covered the dance hall wall. They say the discovery of the event itself killed the Colonel and discovery of the mural about the event, killed his grandson,... Continue reading
Posted Nov 27, 2017 at Cocoposts
Rene’s place is looking emptier. Sort of. All the better furniture from the sixties is gone except for two gold velvet sofas and an elaborate bar. Together they take up an entire room. You have to scoot around the sofas... Continue reading
Posted Sep 17, 2017 at Cocoposts
There’s a clock way up on the kitchen wall in Rene’s cabin that hasn’t worked for all the years I’ve seen it there. It was a nice a copper frying pan but now it’s stuck at 3:19. The clock is... Continue reading
Posted Sep 16, 2017 at Cocoposts
Sierra. We never knew CR's name until after she died and her obituary came out. That’s how everyone pronounced it. CR. I never saw an old picture of her but she was always beautiful. She wore graying black hair in... Continue reading
Posted Sep 8, 2017 at Cocoposts
It was a surprisingly small machine that began the undignified work of razing the little old red cabin. The sturdy place took the pounding insults for much longer than it took to finish our drinks while we watched from Rene’s... Continue reading
Posted Aug 26, 2017 at Cocoposts
Strolling along Main Street Durango, I feel like a local, even if just a summer local. I hit the regular spots - Carvers, for a beer, Maria’s Bookshop for a guide to mushrooms, Dancing Willow for tea and soap, Southwest... Continue reading
Posted Aug 26, 2017 at Cocoposts
A bear came around the corner. I was sitting on the porch writing. We shocked each other. I think I said “Whoa!” or “Hey!” or something and waved my papers. He was youngish. Very black and shiny. He made a... Continue reading
Posted Aug 24, 2017 at Cocoposts
Everyone had left and they were cleaning up. “I come up here to retreat and relax, to sleep late and not care. I did not come up here to take up another cause like trying to get people in this... Continue reading
Posted Aug 24, 2017 at Cocoposts
Three women are sitting outside on the patio in the sun drinking box wine out of paper cups as the sun gets low in the narrow mountain valley. “Did you see any of those blackbirds in your kitchen last night?”... Continue reading
Posted Aug 17, 2017 at Cocoposts
Mesmerizing view. We stop and bask in color. Mustard yellow. Sharp blue turquoise sky. Yellow wild roses blooming. Pale against red wall. Flowers bash the stone. Wind blows the helpless petals. Scented confetti. Continue reading
Posted May 8, 2017 at Cocoposts
"What were you doing there in the first place?" She controlled her temper and answered him softly. "The cows would have gotten into the kitchen if Chocky hadn’t wired the doors shut…." "That was months ago. I mean yesterday. What... Continue reading
Posted Feb 23, 2017 at Cocoposts
"It was around this time of year - the beginning of February." Sadie sat on a tall stool in her tack room drinking her brother’s good scotch. Her friend Cat was folding clean horse blankets and towels. She’d heard the... Continue reading
Posted Feb 3, 2017 at Cocoposts
When Sammy took over he fired everyone and put Ace in charge. Ace Scanlin had been his driver and bodyguard. He'd never managed anything larger than the turning radius of a truck but Sammy let him run the ranch and... Continue reading
Posted Jan 22, 2017 at Cocoposts
She stood alone outside under the long portal that edged one side of the old building. The wind was howling through the long stretch of power lines up the mesa. Alva had given the power company an easement across Cozy... Continue reading
Posted Jan 14, 2017 at Cocoposts
The place was a real dump. That’s saying something because people were dumping all over after they stopped running sheep and cattle on Cozy Y. People needed it then - the land - they used it for everything: animals, plants,... Continue reading
Posted Jan 13, 2017 at Cocoposts
Rosa had been forced to give up her baby. She’d been raped by her cousin but could never tell anyone. The whole place was full of secrets like that, and worse. Secrets and lies and lies about the secrets. They... Continue reading
Posted Jan 10, 2017 at Cocoposts
Maybe it was concussions Alva got playing football or lead gas exposure over the years but he was unable to focus or absorb new information by about the age of sixty. I mean he was always a bit like that,... Continue reading
Posted Jan 1, 2017 at Cocoposts
Consuela Escadero Simpson’s mother, Maria, was a dancer. They said all her babies were born dancing. She danced straight through eight pregnancies by two husbands - brothers - and outlived them both. She raised eight girls. Connie was the youngest.... Continue reading
Posted Dec 28, 2016 at Cocoposts
Sadie turned into Caracol Drive. The old bar was long gone but the place still gave her the creeps. It had been photographed in a couple of magazines before it fell into ruin. After Aunt Connie died everything went that... Continue reading
Posted Dec 13, 2016 at Cocoposts
It was banks, bulldozers and boom times. Alva made a killing just drawing lines and filing deeds. The state was one of the last to enact subdivision law. Legislation was quietly vetoed by the rancher governor at least a couple... Continue reading
Posted Dec 13, 2016 at Cocoposts
"There is a valley in the West where phantoms come to brood and mourn, pale phantoms dying of nostalgia and bitterness." Published in 1956, sixty years ago, favorite book was about Albuquerque and a few other things. Favorite movie, Lonely... Continue reading
Posted Apr 21, 2016 at Cocoposts
David Riley's "Alameda Church" Continue reading
Posted Mar 25, 2016 at Cocoposts
Stood on the bank of an ancient acequia beside the gigantic stump of a very old cottonwood just cut down in Alameda, New Mexico today (so named because of those trees) and yelled, at no one in particular, "Fucking butchers!"... Continue reading
Posted Mar 25, 2016 at Cocoposts
They used to say the valley was haunted. Ghosts edge the pasture and she could see them, dark shapes against the ditch bank and smokey shadows along the fence line. Even before she heard the other stories about floods and... Continue reading
Posted Mar 4, 2016 at Cocoposts