Category: Our man in Chiapas

Atitlán November 12, 2021 “It really is too much of a good thing.” Aldous Huxley, at Lake Atitlán, 1934 Lake Atitlán is considered the jewel […]

When I Got To The Border                                   November 15, […]

Hermana Tere November 17, 2021 Her ethereal lightness and twinkling eyes remind me of my second-cousin, Mary Blandine, who was a nun from Cork and […]

Winter of Our Malcontents November 19, 2021 Winter is arriving here in the high country of Chiapas, with evening lows dipping down to 40, but […]

Thanksgiving Tour November 25, 2021 The little tour bus looks like a San Francisco cablecar with old tires.  I have yet to board one of […]

La Proxima Frontera November 29, 2021 “Yo no Soy de Aqui, pero Tu Tampoco” I’m not from here, but neither are you. Jorge Drexler, “Movimiento” […]

Feats of Guadalupe December 2, 2021 “Our fiestas are explosions.  Life and death, joy and sorrow, music and mere noise are united, not to re-create […]

Kambó and Quantum Quackery December 6, 2021 Giant Monkey Frog venom holds no great appeal for me.  Anything that might be secreted by a distressed […]

Apparently Sweet Marie December 10, 2021 I waited for you inside of the frozen traffic, When you knew I had some other place to be. […]

Bombitas December 12, 2021 “Que es?” I ask the kids, who are squatting in the middle Calle Guadalupe. “Bombita,” one says, nonchalantly.  Little bomb.  He […]