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Coco la Boca
Less horsepower, more horses.
Interests: southwest history, folklore, politics, community places
Recent Activity
Posted Apr 10, 2021 at Cocoposts
Angel and Monty had a special relationship. The horse trainer bought “Momma” at a horse auction where she was bound for the killers because of a leg injury. He hadn’t known she was pregnant. She died after giving birth to... Continue reading
Posted Apr 8, 2021 at Cocoposts
I don’t know if he was really hungry. My sister called him a performance artist. The old general store in Madrid, New Mexico was still a general store. It was the 1970s. There, in a corner out of sight of... Continue reading
Posted May 21, 2020 at Cocoposts
The budding equestrians at Cozy Y were routinely disappointed that no one got to actually ride a horse during a riding lesson. The fine print included in the multi-page contract noted that “handling” and “associated activities deemed appropriate by the... Continue reading
Posted Apr 7, 2020 at Cocoposts
Angel worked On a boat dock in Florida for a decade before moving into the apartment in the barn and becoming manager. Sammy hired him on a whim believing he was a Russian horse trainer because someone said he was... Continue reading
Posted Apr 7, 2020 at Cocoposts
Status: Decided to organize the shed but got lost in old ribbons and horse memories I tacked them to the wall and tucked them into my heart. Continue reading
Posted Mar 26, 2020 at Cocoposts
Status: Cried at the blue-green beauty of the weather map and the forecast description: Tonight will be calm and quiet for much of the state. ... Wore huge-heel new shiny Doc Marten boots to walk the dog along the ditch... Continue reading
Posted Mar 25, 2020 at Cocoposts
Disputes over land, water and livestock were never resolved in favor of natives. By the end of that first decade of the century the Colonel had managed to gain title to nearly all of the village and most of the... Continue reading
Posted Mar 14, 2020 at Cocoposts
Rosa told him before she died that the ruin marked on a 1720 map of the Spanish land grant had been “dislocated.” Chocky just she meant mis-located and they already knew that. The three-story adobe structures of the ancient pueblo... Continue reading
Posted Mar 4, 2020 at Cocoposts
Heat and smoke in varying parts. A choice of cold fresh or heat and smoke. (I cough.) Shoving large logs into the small stove. Dog looks dubious. He’s seen this before - failed attempts and smoldering logs carried, cussing, outside.... Continue reading
Posted Jan 14, 2020 at Cocoposts
Speeding to the Gate Theater in a taxi at dusk on our first night in Dublin. Admittedly I’ve got jet lag. It will hit me later when I nap during the second act and my head shamefully bobs and weaves... Continue reading
Posted Oct 22, 2019 at Cocoposts
I’ll never eat another shepherd’s pie. Certainly not one as memorably delicious as the one I had at Searsons, a pub in Dublin. My trip is over and so is my meaty vacation. I could have stayed vegan while there... Continue reading
Posted Aug 15, 2019 at Cocoposts
New phone, new clothes, new shoes, new luggage. Over-prepared and under-packed. Studied up on Becket and Beckett, Roman Britain and prehistoric Ireland. But nothing really prepares you for travel and isn’t that sort of the point? By changing your location... Continue reading
Posted Jul 31, 2019 at Cocoposts
...Haunting, emotive, multitrack. My journal observations have returned to mundane entries about how I weeded around the new trees and aired the woolens. A few weeks ago I described a symphony rehearsal I happened upon in Canterbury Cathedral and how... Continue reading
Posted Jul 30, 2019 at Cocoposts
Something is wrong with my blog here. Continue reading
Posted Jul 30, 2019 at Cocoposts
The few who knew about his dark life were not surprised by Ace’s disappearance. She remembered him in junior high, bullying everyone, including the bus driver who kicked him off the bus. The driver got fired and Ace stopped riding... Continue reading
Posted Feb 4, 2019 at Cocoposts
"That was then. This is now." She rolled her eyes at Sadie who was repeating the line and pacing. Her heels hit the second floor balcony rhythmically, sending anxiety through the wooden decking straight up Catherine's spine making her head... Continue reading
Posted Nov 8, 2018 at Cocoposts
The Colonel arrived in New Mexico Territory as a decorated Union Army veteran from Missouri. At least that's what his grandson’s widow wrote in her history of the ranch. It wasn’t true but in the collection of lies that made... Continue reading
Posted Feb 26, 2018 at Cocoposts
He was driving this time. We see more when he drives because he drives very s l o w l y. As a general advocate of this I’m surprised at how nervous it makes me. I fear someone will run... Continue reading
Posted Jan 9, 2018 at Cocoposts
Chapter Next in a fictional account of a fictional place. El Caracol Bar and Grill was built after Alva burned Perea's down. Some architect from Chicago - well that’s what gave them the idea. It was supposed to look modern... Continue reading
Posted Jan 8, 2018 at Cocoposts
We stood on a low stone pile as traffic sped by. Jerry has an encyclopedic knowledge of New Mexico’s old roads and routes, mines and settlements. The stuff of the west. In the spirit of, “I haven’t been out that... Continue reading
Posted Jan 6, 2018 at Cocoposts
He tells me of places he’s been. Many are lost, long ago places. Some are no longer accessible for this reason or that. We try to go to some that are. Sometimes we picnic at ancient Pueblos. ******* First stop... Continue reading
Posted Jan 6, 2018 at Cocoposts
On another day journey with Jerry at year's end we loaded lunch into the old two-wheel civic sleigh and headed out from Albuquerque through Tijeras Canyon and then south toward the first, northernmost of three mission sites in Salinas Pueblo... Continue reading
Posted Jan 1, 2018 at Cocoposts
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