MEXICO

Artist Credit:  Watercolor by Sue Siskin: Zocalo, Oaxaca, Mexico

Something happens to me when I am in Mexico. I relax. My mind seems sharper. Most of all, I’m happy. The people and ambiance of this beautiful country have inspired the stories and other posts in this section.

Short Fiction: The Dust Gatherers

    The dust whispers into town like fog the difference being that fog bubbles are hollow and wet while dust bubbles are solid and dry. The houses are painted in bright colors so that people can find their way. The red houses lead to restaurants, the green...

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Short Fiction: Green Leaves, Muted Flowers, Darkness

  He feels as if he’s being watched. He looks up from the book to scan his surroundings. He sees nothing but green leaves, muted flowers, darkness. He listens. He hears only the singing of the grasshoppers, chapulines as they are called in the markets in Oaxaca....

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Gerardo Navarro Gómez: Art in the Slow Lane

  [Click on BLUE links for sources and information]   I want to sleep in the country, by the river, to retrieve the dreams of my youth.   Gerardo Navarro Gómez   The story of the life to date of the Zapotec, Oaxacan, Mexican artist Gerardo Navarro Gómez...

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Guest Post: A Saint in the Compost by Montgomery Howard

  [Click on BLUE links for sources and information]   Two years ago Think in the Morning wrote about Monty and Pilar (Huertos Bi Nisa): Some Traditional Markets of Oaxaca. Since then their Saturday market location has moved from outside Casa de las...

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Volver (To Return)

  [Click on BLUE links for sources and information]   Back in Oaxaca.  A ghost. The mother in the quirky movie Volver (To Return) or is it the other way around, Juan Preciado in Pedro Páramo? I’ve left something undone. No idea what that might be but I’ll...

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Short Fiction – Travelling to Oaxaca Ending

Travelling to Oaxaca is a short story in five parts.  The earlier parts can be found here: Part I Part II Part III Part IV   The world is beautiful and outside there is no salvation. Albert Camus   At my age I have to avoid repeating myself.  I think I told...

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Short Fiction – Travelling to Oaxaca Part IV

  Read PART I and PART 2 and Part 3   Here we go round the prickly pear Prickly pear prickly pear Here we go round the prickly pear At five o'clock in the morning.   If I could start over, I’d do just the same.  I am, after all, who I am and not in a...

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Short Fiction – Travelling to Oaxaca Part III

Read  PART I  and  PART 2   ¡Dios mío, Dios mío!, ¿por qué me has abandonado? [My God, my God, Why hast Thou forsaken me?]   “Hello Mr. Jeffrey Farmer.” There she was, irresistible smile, shiny black straight hair hanging over the strap of her Xochitl...

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Short Fiction – Travelling to Oaxaca Part II

  Read Part I HERE   The voice of honest indignation is the voice of God.   Suddenly, I found myself surrounded by people I did not know.  The room was no different than any room in middle class America, white walls with a few framed prints, sparsely...

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Short Fiction – Travelling to Oaxaca

  In northern Mexico they work.  In central Mexico they think.  In southern Mexico they rest.   She was travelling to Oaxaca for her two-year old goddaughter's birthday.  Chocolate cupcakes and a wrapped present were in the carry on.  Her eyes laughed as the...

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A Puerto Vallarta Story

  [Click on BLUE links for sources and more information]   Two of our good friends in Puerto Vallarta are Kevin and Beatriz Simpson who own the folk art gallery Peyote People and the upscale ancestral contemporary art gallery Collectiva.  Over the past years...

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