Mami, ¿cómo se dice fountain? Pileta, muñeca. Pileta pileta pileta Oh right Don’t forget You...

for my father, who wakes up in the dark, and through storm or errant sickness,...

Encima de aguas agitadas se encuentra una lengua más temblorosa. Una boca que quiere asentarse...

       For this nomad, shelter-in-place in a pre-war third-floor walk-up has been difficult....

“You do not belong here.” – Jaquira Díaz In my America Earlier this year, as...

My Abuelo used to peel them for me— warm brilliant spheres of varying sizes. He’d...

the Cuban bread/the crackers/el cafe/ the crumbs/and the place- mats/the open door/ la reja/the gate/la...

  History teaches us that the marginalized always use art as a means of speaking...

         Have you repeatedly heard that the people who visit Florence never...

My skin is a tightrope teetering, a tongue captive, chains halting the steps of my ghetto, a scythe, a subway pole chafing the...