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Wild Horses Don't Stop at Whoa: Poems and Stories Wild Horses Don't Stop at Whoa: Poems and Stories by R.L. Martinez
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“How does a person exist after their world has been torn to pieces? It must be possible. People do it all the time. After all the floods and tornadoes and wars that have hit the world with inexorable violence, people somehow scrape up their lives and begin again.”
R.L. Martinez, Wild Horses Don't Stop at Whoa: Poems and Stories
“He reclines in the hospital bed like a martyred king taking leave of his beloved kingdom, but all I see is a petulant, destructive child hiding in a dead man’s body.”
R.L. Martinez, Wild Horses Don't Stop at Whoa: Poems and Stories
“Her armor appears fragile –
a delicate shell of silk and perfume.
Life's troubles seem to find each chink.
But try to touch that smooth shield
and you will see it crumble in your hands.
As the dust dissipates, you find she is gone.”
R.L. Martinez, Wild Horses Don't Stop at Whoa: Poems and Stories