You. Me. Us.

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For Michelle.

the storm drain looked back at us.

Two nights ago, my dog & I walked past a storm drain on 15th St, just southeast of 6th Ave. A pair of oversized burning amber eyes stared out at us set slightly further apart than humanly normal. After going a quarter block away, I thought wait, should I go back and investigate? Then I figured if it reached out and got me, what would happen to the dog? Or if it grabbed the dog instead, then I would have to descend into the tunnels to rescue or avenge him, probably against superior numbers. We kept walking. Heather, veteran of many more horror movies than I, said we definitely made the right choice, but now I'll always wonder about it.

[For more Tucson underground weirdness, check out this longer blog.]

earning Valhalla.

Went to the park to battle some strangers. Took a foam sword to my left eye and a ball-tipped arrow to my right. On top of my two semesters of fencing at university, I'm putting these deaths in my Valhalla bank.

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While a mostly happy bookstore fixture for over two decades, Guillermo Maytorena IV is currently willing to entertain your serious proposals for employment as a literary/cinema critic, goth journalist, castellan, airship pilot/crewperson, investigative mythologist, or assisting in a craft brewery. Should you be connected to any of the above or equally interesting endeavours, do contact him.

o' how i burn brilliantly on my course.

Máni & Sunna run through the heavens,
just ahead of the wolves who will one grim day catch them.
They can expect nothing better than this.
But o' how they shine.

I run ahead,
the teeth of my dying father
and my dying marriage
that bloody my heels into sunset.
But o' how I burn,
brilliantly on my course.