day after tomorrow I go across the line into Tijuana to spend the night with my dearest Maria
on Wednesday evening I catch the purring bus overnight through the Mexican desert to Hermosillo
have you ever noticed, Danial, that “Hermosillo” sounds like “Emerald City” ?
three days and nights with the Mexican writers
have almost finished my text… a revision of the Kwaidan movie (Lafcadio Hearn story) ghost story