LINA & BABY

On a Saturday evening at a 5-for-Rupees 500.00  beauty salon, Lina is getting her eyebrows…

Hector’s Woman

Gloria walked into La Media Noche bodega tired and hungry. She’d worked a double shift…

Julio’s Footprints

“It’s time, lindo. I’m going out of business.”   “No way.” I sink into the worn…

Paul Volkmer, Berlin
Jorge en otro espejo

In English and the Spanish; translations by the author Cuando Jorge se mudó al edificio…

Matt Hardy
Time Wave

At first I was worried that I would fail. It started as a dream that I was naked and paralyzed in the street. It started as a dream that I was falling and falling and flailing. There was no ground to catch me. Then it was a summer of summer classes all day and tutoring into the night. Then I was thinner and someone said I looked good. Then I was straight A’s. Then I looked A okay. And then I remembered to miss meals to stay on top. And then, and then, and then, I no longer dreamt I was falling.  And then I was in the eye of it. I was feeding off an ocean of anxiety.

moodywalk
Today I will Bake a Cake

After getting shooed away by yet another business owner who couldn’t understand what we wanted, I was reminded how some fruit never sweeten. No matter how you till the soil, no matter how many kind words you speak while watering, no matter how many days you wait for the fruit to ripen, some fruit will always come out bitter.

Fire by Tiago Cabral
Snap this Photo of Two Good Men

After the chisme made the rounds and Tío had split the scene, I’d started over. Took any job I could get, hauling manure, laying sod at the golf course, planting potatoes, until I found my current employer. People had begun to respect me. My hand trembled as I turned up the heat beneath the skillet, praying that the crackle and hiss of frying eggs might mask the sound of his voice, intimate like the guitar in my favorite Roberto Griego song Un Pobre No Más. I willed my uncle to leave our casita, even knowing it would hurt Ma to see him go. 

Betty Davis, is it love or desire, by Soul Portrait
Betty Davis Eyes

It’s the magic point between sunset and setting and the sky is a bluesy purple, the street is all wet with hours ago rain. I finger a rusty nail in an electric post and let Tanisha go on about Betty Davis and ordained journeys and black girl magic. There’s no real use arguing with Tanisha’s logic. It’d be like talking to the radio. 

Voyeur

I spy on the boys and girls in the alleyway between six-story brick buildings, containers…

The Agreement

PROPERTY SETTLEMENT AGREEMENT THE AGREEMENT dated the ________ day of _________ ,2019, by and between…