Category Archives: Gaucho

Gaucho (Undead) (Poems)

Desert wind scarlet dust wrapped in veiled helices shrouding hills and mesas. Wraithen gaucho and sallow horse bleached white flash ashen in the red maelstrom Desert wind lays still crimson sands unmoved record phantasmal prints left by revenant rider, eidolic … Continue reading

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Ice and Snow (Shards) (Fragments and Poems)

Wooden shrine wrapped in a snow storm plays host to a figure wrapped in black floating above the blanket no footprints disappearing into the blizzard of ice ~~~ Wraith bone gaucho, sallow horse cross through the blizzard wondering where the … Continue reading

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Village, Skeleton and Gaucho (Fragments and poems)

The sun retreats, the moon moves in and one by one the lights in the village go out. Except for one. ~~~ The night air is quiet, the only sound to be heard comes from the graveyard. Cross legged before … Continue reading

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Gaucho (Undead) (Prose 3)

Night fall. Something is stirring in the village streets. A restless horse brays outside of a lit dwelling. A message of utmost importance has been crafted. Its delivery cannot wait till sun rise and the messenger must ride over the … Continue reading

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Gaucho (Undead) (Fragments)

The sun roams the sky, trailing sunbeams staining the hills in crimson and pink. A tilted sombrero shields a resting gaucho’s face, head resting on prone horse. Grey poncho idly ripples in the breeze, red dust scattered on fabric. The … Continue reading

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Gaucho (Undead) (Prose 2)

Its been raining. The ground is weak. Maintaining footing is hard, land slipping and collapsing under force. 3 children from the villager have gone missing. Last seen on the village outskirts villagers fear the children have wandered into the hills … Continue reading

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Gaucho (Undead) (Prose)

A villager is sick. His condition is deteriorating and adequate medical facilities are distant. Out in the street people look at each other with contorted faces and speak in hushed tones. They know it is coming. Night falls. The moon … Continue reading

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