They say when you fall in love, you give her a piece of your heart. So when things go bad, and she’s gone, you lose a piece of yourself — forever. I agree with all that except I never gave Luz a piece of my heart; no, she took it, pillaged the whole beating bleeding... Continue Reading →
about this piece I Like Watching You2019Digital photography See More in Art...
about this piece a cynic is a man2019 See More in Art...
“Are you a virgin?” The two boys leer at me. Their silly grins hide something that, to me, is inscrutable. I don’t know if I’m a virgin or not. I’m not sure what I should say. I feel there’s some trick here. If I say yes, I might be caught...
OCD (Oh-see-dee) n. 1. An imagination that can override trusting one’s self. 2. Checking the door knob for the eighth time because you know that if youdon’t, it’s going to bother you; what if someone walks in and steals everything?;what if I didn’t lock it and my family is killed, and it would be my fault?... Continue Reading →
after i finally write about beingmexican i am told i can’t writea whole book about being mexicani tell my boyfriend he is whiteprivilege and he smiles becausei have it too idon’t know what i have when noone is looking but i think of mymom and she is the mexican onei know el chico del apartamento... Continue Reading →
about this piece Candy Cane, Buffets Candy ShopAlbuquerque, New Mexico, USA2019Nikon See More in Art...
1.Setting sun filters through the streets.Drivers distracted by tasks, lists,errands, schedules. Impatient to reacha destination, sluggish to notice anythingbut traffic outside the windshield. Untilthe railroad cross bars lower and divide,red warning signs flash, train whistles echo.One by one, each car forced to pause, stop, wait.Disappointment chugs through as the trainrattles over unbending iron tracks, dragginga... Continue Reading →
It was the first really nice day of spring. You know the kind of day, the one where you want to unzip your jacket for the first time and feel the cold air upon your chest. The sort when you think maybe you won’t need the stocking cap and the gloves and the scarf and... Continue Reading →
Belief creates tradition, and when left to man, becomes superstition. Jefferson Parish, 1940 The hole in the ceiling of the camelback house shone a ray of light through the empty backroom. The house filled with laughter and fresh fried catfish on Butler Street when Beatrice called her family to dinner. They lived, separate and unequal,... Continue Reading →
