Don Chava Taqueria Cantina

Don Chava Taqueria Cantina

  [click on BLUE links for sources and information]   Huila was irked. A tortilla, made of holy corn, corn made of rain and soil and sun, that tortilla, round as the sun itself! Was God not in the rain? Did the corn not come from God? What of the sun? Was...
Short Fiction: How Was Yelapa?

Short Fiction: How Was Yelapa?

  [Click on BLUE links for sources and more information]   One more thing.  When you get there, take a water taxi straight to Yelapa.  Don’t mess around with the tourist beaches. So, like, you’re kidding right? Kidding?  Hell no I’m not kidding.  Look,...
Short Fiction:  The Dead Man

Short Fiction: The Dead Man

    The ceiling fan purred. It was hot and humid in the room. Albert had come to Puerto Vallarta from San Francisco where it was cool and brisk. He had ten days to himself alone without a phone or computer. He came to think, not to work. He walked out to the...