Jordi Gaxiola

Author of atmospheric fiction & lyrics

Stories for the page
and the screen

ChapterThe written world

Author

Fiction set in the thin places—where memory distorts, silence shifts, and ordinary lives meet something they cannot explain.

Featured work · A novel

The Silence
on the Line

A dark literary thriller about obsession, identity, voyeurism, and the thin membrane between watching a story and becoming one.

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Published works

Four signals
from the dark.

The Silence on the Line

Literary thriller · The Frequency Files, Book One

In the analog dread of a pre-smartphone world, a man becomes obsessed with a pattern of murders—and begins to look less like a witness than a suspect.

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BC

A novel inspired by Black Celebration

A dark love story unfolding across eighteen days in 1986: a dying car, a girl who returns changed, and a town that keeps its dead in the woods.

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How to KILL (time)

The Abner Cothawk Collection of Short Stories

Atmospheric folk tales from the forgotten routes of America, where time hesitates and ordinary landscapes hold something just out of view.

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Sky Blue Skin

A concept album in prose

An experimental journey through dreams, memory, and the hidden frequencies of music—the first signal of the atmospheric world to come.

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ChapterThe world in song

Lyricist

Country and Americana told through characters, rooms, and open roads—the things people almost say, waiting for a voice to carry them.

Featured work · Six original lyrics

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She Was Always Blue

Country / Americana · Slow ballad

A love story told in shades of blue, as the woman at its heart drifts toward a sky he cannot follow.

Concept DEMO · Original lyrics by Jordi Gaxiola.
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The Life I Drove Right By

Country · Heartland story song / narrative ballad

An old pickup, a back road in Oklahoma, and the moments a busy life left behind. A story about finally seeing what was there all along.

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Don't Be Sorry, Be Here

Country · Slow ballad

Two people on the steps of an old Tennessee school. Nothing to fix, nowhere to run—only the choice to stay.

Concept DEMO · Original lyrics by Jordi Gaxiola.
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Blue Peterbilt

Country · Trucker ballad / story song

A blue Peterbilt crosses the Oklahoma plains in the rain. Then the CB crackles with news from Stroud, and the long road leads to the first cry of his newborn son.

Concept DEMO · Original lyrics by Jordi Gaxiola.
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Just You

Country rock ballad · Dark love story / duet

Two nights in the Alabama mud, a truck on its roof, and one name he cannot stop saying. A dark love story for two voices.

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Country Opera

Country · Comic story song with operatic flourishes

One night at the opera becomes a cowboy dream: fiddles meet violins, the saloon doors swing, and high noon gets a standing ovation.

Concept DEMO · Original lyrics by Jordi Gaxiola.
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Original lyrics by Jordi Gaxiola.
Available for licensing, co-writing, and recording enquiries.

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ChapterThe observed world

Photographer

Images gathered at the edge of recognition—between architecture and absence, movement and memory, the instant and its ghost.

Thirty-two photographs. One continuous visual narrative.

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ChapterThe constructed world

Designer

Design is another form of authorship: shaping identity, sequencing attention, and making complex systems feel inevitable.

AlterNativaIndependent design & digital consultancy · Since 2009

We build the identity,
the experience, and the system behind it.

AlterNativa shapes distinctive brands through web design, visual identity, digital solutions, and editorial consultancy. From the public-facing experience to the infrastructure beneath it, every project is built with precision, clarity, and long-term intent—for clients working across markets and borders.

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Capabilities
  • Web design & development
  • Brand and digital systems
  • Editorial consultancy
  • Digital operations & infrastructure
  • Social presence & community
Selected sectors

Luxury, architecture, automotive, law firms, sports, armored mobility, yachting, private aviation, film, music & localization, and pharmaceutical brands.

Domains, hosting, professional email, and platform operations are available as part of a complete digital ecosystem. Selected solutions are built with Next.js, React, and Astro, supported by Cloudflare infrastructure and professional email through Google Workspace and Microsoft 365. Certified Wix Studio experts when the platform is the right fit.
Portrait of Jordi Gaxiola
A note on the work

One practice.
Four forms.

Jordi Gaxiola works across fiction, lyrics, visual culture, and digital design. His practice moves between atmospheric literature, country and Americana storytelling, image-making, and the construction of identities and digital spaces.

The same question runs through each medium: what remains after the moment has passed?

Epilogue

Begin with
a conversation.

For readers, artists, publishers, press, licensing and adaptation enquiries, creative collaborations, or digital projects.

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She Was Always Blue

The sky was blue the day we met Her eyes were blue, her dress was too She’d pause a while before she’d speak As if she heard somebody else Her laughter broke like little waves She’d look past me across the room I felt a humming when we touched I thought my heart had learned her tune She was always blue I just didn’t know I hate the blue for taking you I love it ’cause it’s all that’s left Some nights I want to curse the sky And thank it in the same damn breath We loved through winter into spring Left two cups drying by the sink Some days she’d stop halfway to me As if she’d heard somebody sing And year by year she drifted off A little farther out to sea Her body lay beside me still But there was less of her with me I hate the blue for taking you I love it ’cause it’s all that’s left Some nights I want to curse the sky And thank it in the same damn breath One morning, sitting by the glass She turned her face into the light I knew the woman looking back And knew that something wasn’t right I reached to hold her where she sat My arms closed on the morning air I begged her, “Stay.” She smiled at me. The light lay on the empty chair I hate the blue for taking you I love it ’cause it’s all that’s left Some nights I want to curse the sky And thank it in the same damn breath Did you leave me, darlin’? Or did it call you home? I listen for an answer. The blue keeps humming low.

The Life I Drove Right By

Lexus in for service, Took Dad’s old seventy-nine. Left my name and “C.E.O.” On the office door behind. He’d farmed a rented eighty, Never bought a thing for show. Two years since we’d buried him, Still couldn’t let that pickup go. Norman-bound on Thirty-Five, Not a brake light moved. Took the Ladd Road exit, Then north on Ladd Avenue. No map lit up that dashboard; My phone stayed in my coat. Thought I’d beat the line through Goldsby On a little road I didn’t know. Slipped my tie off, rolled my sleeves, Cranked the window down. Found some Merle between the static, And I sang the words out loud. Rain came fallin’ through the sunshine, A rainbow touched the field. I watched it longer than I should have, Smilin’ behind the wheel. Then the song was somewhere far away, And blue was all I knew. Something warm above my eyebrow, And the rain kept comin’ through. I was eight, out past the hay barn, Cane pole, bare feet in the mud. Mama hollerin’ from the screen door, Daddy sayin’, “One more, bud.” Then my boy held up his first fish In a picture on my phone. My wife had sent it Friday. I’d been workin’ late alone. All that sky, all that blue, Nothing I could own or buy. Everything that mattered Was right there before my eyes. I’d spent so long gettin’ somewhere, Never stopped to wonder why. Now I was lyin’ in the middle Of the life I drove right by. Past the stalks, Dad’s crumpled pickup, One headlight shinin’ white. Then the bend came back in pieces— Wet blacktop, one long slide. I could see the door I’d crawled from, Hear the cooling engine tick. Corn leaves brushed against my collar. It all came back, bit by bit. Thought I saw my daddy’s face In a cloud above the corn. Then sunlight broke. A hand reached down: “You okay, son?” A rancher out there checkin’ fence Had seen me from the road. He held my hand till help arrived. I said, “Please call my wife.” Six weeks later, I cleared my desk. The board found someone new. Had Dad’s old pickup straightened out; Kept the paint he’d worn clean through. We moved the kids out to a little farm, Where the old dog runs all day. My wife and I sit out till dark. There’s always somethin’ left to say. All that sky, all that blue, Nothing I could own or buy. Everything that matters Runnin’ barefoot by my side. I’ve still got plenty left to do, But for once I’ve got the time. And we’re finally here, livin’ The life I used to drive right by.

Don't Be Sorry, Be Here

We drove till the blacktop ran out of names Past Johnson City in the pouring rain Radio off, I couldn't take a song Some days a melody just hurts too strong Parked by the field behind the old high school Watched some kids kick a half-flat ball Didn't have a plan, didn't wanna go home Just needed somewhere to be alone Johnny found me sitting on the concrete steps Said, “I've been looking everywhere” I said, “I'm sorry,” he sat down close Like he already knew what put me there Said, “We could head south, we could leave tonight Your bag in the back, drive in my truck” He looked at me like I was missing the point Said, “What are you running for?” I said, “I just want you safe” He said, “Safe from what?” I looked out at that Tennessee dark And said, “Baby, all of it” He said, You don't have to fix tonight You don't have to outrun the darkness You don't have to make it right If we're the last two people standing When the whole damn world disappears You don't have to save me, baby Just, be here” I asked him if he was scared, he said, “Yeah Of things I can't put into words Feels like the world's coming down around us And everybody else heard first” Then those blue eyes found me in the dark Blue like a sky I'd almost forgot And something I'd locked up inside my chest Opened right there in that parking lot I said, “Maybe we're just pioneers With nowhere left to go” He laughed through tears and took my hand Said, “Maybe that's all we need” He said, You don't have to fix tonight You don't have to outrun the darkness You don't have to make it right If we're the last two people standing When the whole world disappears You don't have to save me, baby Just be here” No radio No headlights No promise it'll all turn out alright Just his hand finding mine On the steps beneath a Tennessee sky And for the first time in days I could almost hear a song Don't be sorry, be here Let tomorrow come when it comes We don't have to beat the darkness We just don't have to face it alone And if we're the last two people standing When everything we know disappears I don't need you to save me Just need you to be here The radio played low Some sweet old country song We stayed there And for that night That was enough

Blue Peterbilt

Blue Peterbilt, nineteen-eighty, 359 The diesel’s deep roar rose into a whine Rain came hard and thunder rolled across the plain He held his lane, alone beneath the weather’s reign Eighteen wheels were humming, miles unrolling fast No load behind him, no one in his path He drove the empty highway, a blue streak through the night His hands tight on the wheel in the dashboard’s amber light Blue Peterbilt, cut through the rain Past the blacktop rivers and the thunder’s refrain Not a soul to chase, not a debt to outrun Just a mile after mile till the night was done Then the CB crackled through the cab’s low roar A voice said, “Your wife’s in labor, Doctor Markert’s on his way” He gripped the wheel, the storm could split the sky He had to reach Stroud, had to be there by her side Lincoln County waited past the flooded fields He eased through every bend, kept both hands on the wheel No danger left behind him, no life put at risk Just one man and a promise he could not dismiss Blue Peterbilt, home through the rain He reached her room as morning softened the pane She took his hand; their boy let out a cry He held his first-born son while tears filled his eyes Stroud, Oklahoma, heard that newborn sound And the long road finally laid its burden down

Just You

Two nights down in the Alabama mud With a busted arm and a mouth full of blood Truck on its roof where the creek runs wide Should’ve been the place I died. I don’t know how I climbed that hill Something in me wouldn’t lie still Every time my knees gave way Your name was all that I could say You came stumbling through those pines Like a ghost that changed its mind You closed your eyes and cried Rain came down warm, that moon turned blue Two hearts beating like they just broke through Tell me what kept you hanging on Baby, Just you I’d been moving through the days Like a house with no lights on Folks could stand right next to me And never know how far I’d gone Then you reached out through that rain And I felt your fingers shake I’d been numb for so damn long I’d forgotten hearts could ache You held on like you’d been drowning too Maybe saving me was saving you You closed your eyes and cried Rain came down warm, that moon turned blue Two hearts beating like they just broke through Tell me what kept you hanging on Baby, Just you I can’t tell you where I went I can’t tell you where I’ve been But I could hear you in that dark Say my name like that again “June…” Rain came down warm, that moon turned blue Two hearts beating like they just broke through We found one thing worth holding on to Just you, baby, just you You came back You did too Just you...

Country Opera

I’m dating this girl She’s pretty and smart Her daddy had tickets To some high-class art He said, “Son, we’re going To the opera tonight” I nodded like I knew What the hell that meant in life Her daddy asked, “You like Puccini?” I said, “Yeah, I’ve heard he’s good” My girl just smiled beside me Like she knew I never could Velvet seats and chandeliers The orchestra began to swell I loosened up my collar And somewhere in there fell Into a country opera Where the cowboys sang all night Fiddles chased the violins And the steel guitar took flight There were horses, guns and whiskey A saloon girl dressed in red Tenors riding through the moonlight With a price upon their head It was a country opera Big as Texas, loud and wild High-noon heartbreak in four parts And I was grinning like a child There was an outlaw at the poker table Cheating with an ace A sheriff with a silver star And trouble on his face A black horse tied outside the door A train whistle down the track And some poor cowboy singing ’Bout a girl who won’t come back Then the saloon doors flew open And a villain crossed the floor The piano player stopped dead When his boots came through the door (Cowboys) Ride, boys, ride High noon’s burning in the sky (Soprano) Oh, don’t let my cowboy fall (Cowboys) Hold your ground Draw your gun Somebody ain’t leaving when the song is done It was a country opera Where the cowboys sang all night Fiddles chased the violins And the steel guitar took flight There were horses, guns and whiskey A saloon girl dressed in red Tenors riding through the moonlight With a price upon their head It was a country opera Big as Texas, loud and wild High-noon heartbreak in four parts And I was grinning like a child Then I saw my girl up on the balcony Calling out my name I don’t know when I became the hero But I sure joined the game I jumped a horse and crossed the street With a six-gun at my side The outlaw yelled, “Come meet your maker” I said, “Buddy, step outside” The whole damn choir hit a high note The fiddle started burning fast I reached down for my pistol Then I heard a thunderous clap (Tenor) Ooooooh, the hour has come (Soprano) Nooooo, don’t let him die (Cowboy chorus) Draw, boy, draw Don’t let that outlaw cross the line (Tenor) For love (Cowboys) For glory (All) For one more honky-tonk tonight I jumped up with the whole crowd Clapping like I’d seen a thing Her daddy asked me what I thought I said, “That cowboy sure could sing” My girl just looked at me and smiled “There wasn’t any cowboy in the thing”

Concept DEMO · Original lyrics by Jordi Gaxiola.
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