Short Story
When she says, “Sorry for your loss.” Flash a tight smile that says; can you believe it? — I just lost my baby. I don’t know where to find her. I know where her body is, but she’s no longer in it.
For a long time, I stayed in a prison by the sea surrounded by ramparts.…
Wait for your sister and your father to leave the apartment. You’ve already told them…
On a warm August night in Brussels, a curator, Orient, of feminist inclination, dressed up…
On Mondays through Fridays and the occasional Saturday, we are registered nurses, yoga instructors, hairstylists…
She woke up to him texting the American. Frustrated. Anxious. He texted two more times and still no reply, begging in a way that he never would with her.
Somehow, a wild animal–a tacuache or bobcat, some thrashing taloned thing–had gotten trapped in Maria…
Read Nelly Rosario’s “How To Date a Thugboy, Artboy, Nerdboy, or Papichulo: Remix of Junot Diaz…