r. nuñez

I am a shamanic priest who loves to write stories, poetry, and songs. Retired, but still helping people, animals, and the planet.

Grandmother’s Present
5 days ago
It is a mid-summer morning in the chaparral country of South Texas, about a day’s ride from the Mexican border. A young girl of about 10 stands on the side of a hill, on a foot-worn path that separate...
8 days ago
A Junction in the Country The obituaries in a newspaper from Santa Alicia, Texas, dated the first of October, 1948, include the name of Lacerta. The article mentions the fact that no other appellation...
Gamble with the Devil
15 days ago
A Troubled Young Man Lúcio rubbed his eyes and snorted. Snorting was something he did a great deal, but here, the smoke from the campfire was getting to him. And then, there was the other smoke, which...
The Wino
18 days ago
The Wino The ride to work that October morning seemed especially bumpy. The bus was one of the older ones, and the brakes made a loud ear-piercing screech at every stop. There was a different driver a...
Easy Pickings
23 days ago
Another muggy night on the strip, and Ezee had just turned on the AC on his Lincoln Town Car. He was on his way to the bus station. This time of night, there would be a couple of arrivals that would h...
a month ago
When one gets to the end of one’s rope, and all one can do is let go, one might finally realize that there really is something that will break the fall. We got off the bus at the end of the block, cro...