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Surrounded by an ungrateful pack of stray dogs, Dean West lives in New Mexico’s Sangre De Cristo Mountains. At the age of 63, he writes short fiction, a hodgepodge of stories, ranging from his birthright in rural Texas to sailing the seas of Baja. His style is as unkempt as a Tijuana golf course yet his voice embodies a raw honesty, a candor his readers have come to expect.
This blog contains a few of his short stories – a dissection of his mind or what remains. Some of the work has been published, some hasn’t.
Most of the pieces are “Works in Progress” and comments would be appreciated. If you don’t have the time, he’ll understand. He knows you’re busy with your own life. But he’ll still think of you as he lays in some cold wet gutter, unloved, unappreciated, and unacknowledged- a mere thin shrivel of his previous self. But don’t you worry, he’ll get by, someway or another.