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Hacienda | The Unseen Moon

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The front porch is a great place to sit mornings and afternoons. Down the stone sidewalk on a summer day. The upstairs patio of yellow, blue and green. Going from living room to bedroom, bath and closet. View from upstairs patio in summertime. Many more photos can be found here. Sharing improves your karma! 3 thoughts on “Hacienda”. April 3, 2014 at 11:36 pm. You are a fortunate man finding a woman that loves you, a home to enjoy and a silver tongue to entertain us all! Liked by 1 person. Last Night of t...

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The Unseen Moon | Fact, Fiction and Opinion Stirred in an Odd Pot | Page 85

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September 22, 2012. Hink of the world as Los Angeles, and consider the Middle East as Watts or South Central — i.e. Gangland. Instead of the Crips and the Bloods, however, we have the Mohammad gang. And instead of thugs named Tyrone, Tyrell and D’Marcus, you’ll encounter dimwits dubbed Aasif, Abdul and Najam. Like Tyrone, Tyrell and D’Marcus, Aasif, Abdul and Najam are dumb as rocks, totally uneducated apart from gang regulations — and violent. It’s called the Koran. Mohammad’s gang is the biggest ...

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Felipe Zapata | Last Night of the Iguana

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Last Night of the Iguana. Izamál: Place of the lizards. September 13, 2014. Monday, September 1:. Ah Puch opened his eyes, and Ix Chel was still not at his side, dead now over a month, a month in which he had rarely slept. Akna, the iguana, stood in the open door, her cold eyes focused on a carefree fly. Akna was Ah Puch’s best friend though only Ah Puch was aware of it. Iguanas think nothing of friendship. But they do know magic. But in those days, Ah Puch’s heart was scattered and foolish. He...Sixty m...

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Art | The Unseen Moon

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Uring the early 1990s, I painted art furniture, which was sold either directly or through galleries in Houston, Texas. Here is part of the output. If you hold your cursor over each photo, you’ll get a brief description. The third piece down, the chest of drawers, was the first thing I ever did. I bought the bureau in a used-furniture store, sanded and painted it. All the way around. All the others except the birdhouses, which I made in my garage, I had constructed by a professional carpenter. I have a fr...

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Sunny side up | The Pearls of Zapata

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The Pearls of Zapata. The Best of The Zapata Tales and The Unseen Moon. April 27, 2013. Ike all pre-menopausal women, Bett produced a monthly egg. But it wasn’t like the egg of other women. It was more like a condor’s. She had never married, and she’d never taken the issue to a medical professional. It was her secret. She had a nest in the spare bedroom, made of pillows and potpourri, not twigs. Or likely not, due to lack of fertilization. Bett had no boyfriend. And they were great with grits. Sorry, you...

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The Algerian | The Pearls of Zapata

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The Pearls of Zapata. The Best of The Zapata Tales and The Unseen Moon. September 18, 2008. E downed four cold Dixies in the bar on Canal Street during his lunch break as the sun pounded the pavement outside. It was sticky summertime. Fortified, he rode the black BSA back to the office and bid the boss goodbye. Four years at the desk were quite enough. But he still had to eat. You can’t dodge that. He ran into her again a few years later at a news stand. She was. Cover girl. A photo spread inside sho...

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Wind of the night train | The Pearls of Zapata

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The Pearls of Zapata. The Best of The Zapata Tales and The Unseen Moon. March 21, 2008. Wind of the night train. Lmost a full moon, so we set out afoot down the dark street, about 9 pm. Hand in hand, we turn left at the first corner. Passing the Abarrotes Gonzales. We come to the track just as the train arrives. Walking near, we feel its warm wind. It is dark, and we see the last car swaying uncertainly in the dim distance as it manages a corner, barely. On the southeast corner of the Portales. The recen...

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Looking back | The Pearls of Zapata

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The Pearls of Zapata. The Best of The Zapata Tales and The Unseen Moon. April 4, 2008. Ometimes we wonder if we re just wasting these days. Shouldn t we be doing something important. Would Mother Teresa have spent these kinds of idle hours? Not likely, not her. If the end comes in a hospital bed or in the Ranchito s king bed, will we spend days, or weeks or even months, thinking of important. Things we didn t do? The famines we ignored, all those refugees. Sometimes we wonder. There is no waste in that.

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Victoria and the cowboy | The Pearls of Zapata

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The Pearls of Zapata. The Best of The Zapata Tales and The Unseen Moon. April 3, 2011. Victoria and the cowboy. Latina, she was born in a black barrio in a huge American city. She was the oldest of many because Latinos are like that, but she had a different daddy. She was the only one. And the only one later with a university education and a stylish job. But in her late 20s, she married a jealous, drunken man, and supported him. Women do that. But not for long, if smart. Things grew better and worse simu...

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Flight of the black moth | The Pearls of Zapata

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The Pearls of Zapata. The Best of The Zapata Tales and The Unseen Moon. March 21, 2008. Flight of the black moth. Flits into the terraza and vanishes into the roof tiles. The hour is late and dark. The ignorant eye first thinks: small bat. The hour is right but the flitting is wrong, far too gentle and lovely. It’s a black moth. May we paste a psychiatric label on her? It s the dust of their wings that gives her the willies. Isn’t that captured pollen, or are butterflies naturally dusty? If I stop one he...