I won’t forget tonight. About an hour ago I shook the hand of Emiliano Zapata’s grandson, and shortly thereafter, the hand of Pancho Villa’s daughter, who is in her mid 90’s. It went down at the premier of a new Mexican documentary, “Pancho Villa: La Revolución No Ha Terminado” at Cine Morelos in Cuernavaca. The[…] See more ⇒

On a rainy Cuernavaca morning, here in the middle of the Centro, I have stumbled across the exhibition of a fotógrafo that describes better where I live than anything I can imagine myself writing. It’s called México Tenochtitlán by Francisco Mata Rosas. It has been published as a book by Ediciones Era and is being[…] See more ⇒

The grasses are always dancing in the median, headbangers, seed sowers, dry spines twisting. Freeway flowers face early decapitation— guillotine tirewind, lit by skyfire: here the sun is literally a star, made of beaten copper, sharp, imperfect. As the star pulls itself up again, the sky goes streaked, the improbable pattern of yellow-red, vivid. The[…] See more ⇒

The governments’ guns advance toward the University on this Day of the Dead. The last time I passed through Oaxaca City was just under a year ago, a January morning just before the dawn began to look into the mirror of the sky. I walked from the bus station towards the center of the city[…] See more ⇒