WORDS

I like to read. I like to write. I like to write about reading and writing. Short stories, essays, opinions, and ideas will show up here. Anything that can be expressed in words is fair game. Random thoughts and spontaneous remarks may be posted on Twitter or Facebook and from time to time expanded here. William Blake claimed that his poetry was not necessarily a work that he created, but something channeled through him. I’m no William Blake and I make no such claim. J. M. Keynes aptly described the source of my ideas: “Madmen in authority, who hear voices in the air, are distilling their frenzy from some academic scribbler of a few years back.”

Wind Lightening Thunder Rain

    The wolf also shall dwell with the lamb, and the leopard shall lie down with the kid; and the calf and the young lion and the fatling together; and a little child shall lead them.   Isaiah 11:6   I love watching the weather move in. At its simplest, Oaxaca has two...

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Short Fiction – Seduction

  Graham made all the arrangements. I was busy with a project. I didn’t even have time for a cursory review let alone the usual detailed preparation we generally put in. B was a famous writer. I knew he was eclectic and lived in Oaxaca. Eclectic isn’t quite right. He...

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Short Fiction – The Argument

  No one remembers how it started. It was some silly little thing like the color of the water at Las Canteras. He said it was green. She said it was blue. Something like that. Things now were totally out of control. She insulted his mother. He called her sister a...

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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 houses to...

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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 has been...

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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 Bugambilias on...

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Less is More

  [Click on BLUE links for sources and information}   Minimalism has been a fascination since the beginning of time, the simple life as an anecdote to the hunger for wealth and fame. Jennifer Michael Hecht tells a story about the great cynic Diogenes that dates from...

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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 find out....

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Are You Ready For Some Football?

  [Click on BLUE links for sources and information]   I still remember when the only man I ever called Coach, Gregg LeMaster, arrived in my hometown to coach football at the local high school. I remember vividly because my older brother, Errol, interviewed Coach...

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The Genesis of The Rabbit

  [Click on BLUE links for sources and information]   At first I was just a few random lines on a white background, a doodle actually.  Not really random, no.  I could sense two eyes looking down.  I could feel the tug of the pen.  Something, I had no idea what it...

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