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Coco la Boca
Less horsepower, more horses.
Interests: southwest history, folklore, politics, community places
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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
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