Category Archives: Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal

by Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal Suddenly it was night. I heard a passing train and a bird was singing. I felt abandoned. My life’s plans deserted me. Uselessly I held on to my dreams for as long as I could. I … Continue reading →

by Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal Severed head scarecrow looks like the aimless horseman without a horse. The crows help themselves to the corn surrounding the scarecrow’s head. The farmer’s back near the farmhouse resting from a hard day’s work. His shotgun … Continue reading →