The Blood of the Bulls

It was often that he found himself waking up with this bright light, the imagination, peering into his bones. It was often that he equated it with the American Dream.  At 14 he had seen the streets of Spain covered with the blood of the bulls and he thought he could never escape the horror. […]


Beneath the varying shades of green trees, light breezes flittered and left marks of changed sands and exposed branches. The sunlight left bare the darkness and chased away anything hiding within and under things untold. The whole world was exposed. The whole world was in a state of freedom. Everything was plainly itself and did […]