Luis Alberto Quevedo Priego

A rolling coconut heralds misfortune in Oxolotán as it crashes into Leonor's home, signaling a dark twist of fate: her husband, Manuel, has drunkenly lost his head. In a desperate, nocturnal search through the town, Leonor retrieves what remains of him, only to uncover an even deeper loss—Manuel has also lost her.

The Oil in My Blood, written as a fable to my daughter Mar, reimagines an oil platform as a sea monster confronting a mermaid. It reflects on promises of progress, Pemex’s exploitation, and Tabasco’s poisoned waters, where families endure precarious labor. Through memory and metaphor, it exposes how sacrifice sustains livelihoods while threatening land, sea, and future generations.