Arthur Mullen's blog
Still, horribly, from everything a little remains, under the rhythmic waves under the clouds and the wind under the bridges and under the tunnels under the flames and under the sarcasm under the phlegm and under the vomit under the cry from the dungeon, the guy they forgot under the spectacle and under the scarlet… Continue reading Goodbye Tigerman
A trout-colored wind blows through my eyes, through my fingers, and I remember how the trout used to hide from the dinosaurs when they came to drink at the river. The trout hid in subways, castles, and automobiles. They waited patiently for the dinosaurs to go away. -"Yes, the Fish… Continue reading Yes, the Fish Music
On this year's Day of the Dead altar former Topolobampo Maitre D Larry remembers his partner Brent, who was a chef at the restaurant. Brent passed away in 1992 at the age of 35. In the photo over Larry's shoulder, Brent is seen on one of the staff trips to Mexico, "haggling" with an artisan… Continue reading Día de Muertos
