Madness, with Wildflowers. A short story. I've been writing teeny stories, poems and odd bits of fiction, awash with fact too on Instagram for a while - on and off for years. The stories are usually inspired by something I see, an image or a person say, a converstaion or a memory. I'm going to [...]
Farewell, little girl. A poem. Indigenous Raramuri girls, at a boarding school Cerocahui, close to the Urique Canyon. I was so hestitant to visit, perferring to give a donation instead. When Christina my guide looked at me with pleading eyes, I decided to accompany her, and was really glad I did in the end. With [...]
Mine are the hands. For Juanita For Juanita, Elsa's grandmother. Back story from my Instagram account: Juanita is an indigenous Raramuri woman from Cerocahui, a small town at the base of the Urique Canyon in the Copper Canyon. Her granddaughter invited us to their home unannounced, and despite being surprised, Jaunita made us freshly ground thick [...]
Shadow [On Aging] Micro-story written to accompany this image, on Instagram. This image was taken in the colonial town of El Fuerte, Mexico. I’ve been writing teeny stories, poems and odd bits of fiction, awash with fact too on Instagram for a while – on and off for years. The stories are usually inspired by [...]
Woman in the Blue Skirt. [On Loss] Woman in the Blue Skirt This post appeared on InstagramHow high the stairs before the summit. How pained your limbs before this journey.How twisted the path you could never envision. Silvery webs coat our speech, an opiate perhaps, blanketing the hesitation and discomfort. Your tentative steps as a [...]
Natalia *A note: This is my first stab at fiction in many years - I wrote it a year ago, hours before it was due and forgot about it. I was handed the postcard - above, in a writing class and felt slightly repulsed by the male character. I suspect it was his fingernails. [...]
