LOS QUIJOTES MODERNOS
Todos hemos conocido alguna vez a un personaje que parece vivir en una realidad ajena...
THE MARKED CENTERLINE IN A GAME OF TUG OF WAR
It is a reminder that my parents did not just immigrate to Nueba Yol; they...
MAMI COMO SE DICE FOUNTAIN
Mami, ¿cómo se dice fountain? Pileta, muñeca. Pileta pileta pileta Oh right Don’t forget You...
A WORKING CLASS PRAYER
for my father, who wakes up in the dark, and through storm or errant sickness,...
EL LENGUAJE DE AMOR Y GUERRA
Encima de aguas agitadas se encuentra una lengua más temblorosa. Una boca que quiere asentarse...
THE INTEGRITY OF TRAVEL
For this nomad, shelter-in-place in a pre-war third-floor walk-up has been difficult....
THE COLOR OF MY WRITING
“You do not belong here.” – Jaquira Díaz In my America Earlier this year, as...
I HAVE WAITED ALL YEAR FOR THE TANGELO ORANGE
My Abuelo used to peel them for me— warm brilliant spheres of varying sizes. He’d...
EL CONJURO
the Cuban bread/the crackers/el cafe/ the crumbs/and the place- mats/the open door/ la reja/the gate/la...
WHEN POETRY IS THE REVOLUTION
History teaches us that the marginalized always use art as a means of speaking...