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(READ PART ONE, PART TWO. PART THREE, PART FOUR, PART FIVE, PART SIX, PART SEVEN, PART EIGHT AND PART NINE OF THIS STORY) Billy hitches his mare at the school building’s rail, where I had done the same when Rico, my toy horse, was still magically alive and kicking, and where the pink-tailed Seashore Cat had come to keep me company. Studying me … Continue reading The Story of the People’s Tree ~Spaghetti Western Tour with a Sheeted Tenant~

(READ PART ONE, PART TWO. PART THREE, PART FOUR, PART FIVE, PART SIX, PART SEVEN AND PART EIGHT OF THIS STORY) We are in the Womb of Time. This cave appeared in the Literary Dreamtime when an ancient broken bridge was magically rebuilt over the Darro, what Nuevomexicanos would call a ‘rito’, a creek that meanders at the foot of … Continue reading The Story of the People’s Tree ~Twice Upon a Time in the East~

(READ PART ONE, PART TWO. PART THREE, PART FOUR, PART FIVE, PART SIX AND PART SEVEN OF THIS STORY) CLING CLANG BOOM… OUCH!!!! The writer has just crash landed in the Womb of Time, shattering the frozen waterfall in thousands of ice pieces, actually enabling the water flow to timidly resume its course, one diamond droplet at a time. -Huitlacoch…aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!!! Charlemagne … Continue reading The Story of the people’s tree ~Warm in the heart~

Some say it’s an unlucky day, while others swear it’s just the opposite and it’s as lucky as the famous four-leaf shamrock of Irish lore. The day before that fatal Friday the 13th, August 2021, ‘for some reason’, I changed my Facebook profile picture to a younger me clad as a ‘cow lady’, holding a … Continue reading Friday the 13th in the Wild West…

Message in a Bottle My flying horse is struggling to get away from the twister which is about to hit us. I hold on extremely tight to Rico’s neck, telling him that everything will be all right in the end, shouting to his ear: “Don’t worry, Rico. Whatever happens is meant to happen. Remember what … Continue reading Raven’s Gift (Part four)

She wore a cherry hat The Native man running on the plains of Kansas looks up to the sky after hearing me call him as I ride my flying horse Rico. The runner interrupts his southwestern race, waves at us and shouts back: “No, thank you! I’m almost there. I have gone back to a … Continue reading Raven’s Gift (part three)

The True Colors of Healing Finally the clouds on the turquoise coat I painted for Rico, my unique horse, will meet their sky brothers. We have to wait for the thawing to be complete so that it can free Rico from the snow pedestal that imprisons his hooves. “Sometimes it takes a bit of reverse … Continue reading Raven’s Gift (Part Two)

Learning to Speak el Idioma del Cuervo (read PART ONE and PART TWO of this story) “I remember that Sunset. It was just after I started flying to you, well, rather when you started noticing me. Ever since, I have been leaving hints for you, a bit like in Anaya’s ‘Sonny Seasons Series’, when Rudy’s … Continue reading Raven’s Gift (part one)

A Really Miraculous Journey (READ PART ONE) I drove with a friend for 111 miles, más o menos as el cuervo flies, before our first stop in your land of origin. The whole trip was a bit surreal… It had started as a relatively warm October day, but the temperature was starting to drop significantly … Continue reading My Letter to the Heavens for a “Literary Giant”: Rudolfo Anaya, mi papá nuevomexicano (Part 2)

“PS: There’s no River, only the Ripples…” What am I doing with such a title, starting this Letter to the Heavens with a PS? Well… First of all, it’s been a while that I am treading in-between worlds among ‘Cocos’, COntrary COyotes, which have influenced me in doing things in reverse. Maybe instead of coyote … Continue reading My Letter to the Heavens for a “Literary Giant”: Rudolfo Anaya, mi papá nuevomexicano (Part 1)