Real Americans

The walkway to Dona Rosa’s front door is overgrown with roses. At first, I think…

Who We Walk With

Dime con quién andas y te diré quién eres Part I 1 Conciencia was born…

The Attic Is Missing

Guests were coming to dinner. This was such a routine occurrence that it scarcely required…

A Buen Tiempo

Claribel tidied up the living room as much she could. La Lupe’s raspy voice blasted…

Schlegel’s Fragments

This is what my erotomania has done to me. It has made my life the…

Say A Lil Prayer

Juan Luis was desperate. He ran to his mother’s altar and dropped to his knees.…

Bored of Education

Wake up before the buzzer. Shove alarm clock across the room. Wipe eyes. Imagine being…

Spell It Different, Take Up Space

I’m on a mission for some plants. Moving plants in and a man out. I…

Swimmers

Every week I go to the temple and ask Nainai if she feels like coming…

San Antonio de Padua, patron saint of the single ladies

November 5th Perhaps you invoked San Antonio, through retched loneliness, and prayers whispered into the…