“In many parts of the world, climate is no longer considered a controlling factor. If a certain plant needed more water and water couldn’t be had, one planted seeds that were engineered to be more drought resistant. If it needed less water, one planted seeds resistant to mold. If there were insects, there was a […]
A River Begins Many big things start small, really small, sometimes in fact, imperceptibly small, including rivers, and the one in this story is no different. This big Chilean river begins almost in a shy way, like a whisper, no more than a murmur, and far up in the Andes on the Argentinean side of […]
“Then there was the matter of “all men are created equal, justice is blind, and the good guys win.” Speaking of equality, for instance, if there was ever a hogwash notion that had reached the summit, this was it; and it was the principle to which many countries including France, England, the United States, […]
It was getting light enough to see out into the ocean. The unusually calm body of salt water in front of me also known as the Strait of Magellan, looked cold and grey in the early morning light. A wispy mist that was sure to burn off soon, partially covered the entire surface, with only […]
“The principal was known as Doctor by his bosses as well as some academics who knew he held a doctorate in history, or simply El Mister by the rest. Given that his name was Pablo Diego José Francisco de Paula Juan Nepomuceno Oporto Escudero, El Mister was not a bad choice. His name, according to […]
“It’s a poor sort of memory that only works backwards.” Lewis Carroll The week, what was left of it, passed without much excitement, which to Arturo was a red flag and tantamount to the calm before the storm. He had spent the last few days anticipating the worst, and given that he had no clue […]
Chapter 1 ‒ Changes, at a dime a dozen “Cuco doesn’t repeat himself, he quotes himself. Says it makes the conversation more interesting.” Arturo Arturo sat in his boat in front of the cut through the reeds that went from the river to his own dock behind the house. He was tired from a long […]
The effort was worth it, because the chains, once on, worked their iron magic, so that an hour later for the first time, I was going through the entrance of what was now our estancia. Along the way, I decided that if ever extreme climate change became a reality and I had to write anything […]
“For those that don’t know it, I will say it now: the ocean, even when glassy smooth, has a pulse. Tatiana could not feel it, but in time, I knew she would. I felt it. I could hear the strain on the engine as it rose up what I imagined where flattened rollers that given […]
An excerpt from my book, In the Land of Fires . . . “With my cross-bow, I shot the albatross.” Why anyone would want to hurt one of those beautiful, elegant flying creatures, was beyond me, but I’m sure many had over the years and like Coleridge’s ancient Mariner, lived to regret it: by being […]