VENDAVAL
En la penumbra de la noche Mis inquietudes se aceleran Las palabras son un reproche Con el deseo de me que acogieran La incertidumbre nos recibe al alba Mientras el alma afligida Nuestra desdicha graba Queriendo recurrir a una huida...
Tag: #identity
LUMINOUS
When you say I’m too loud, I carry the boombox of a Bronx summer block party higher on my back. I’m in love with the loud of my voice, I treat you well with my truth. The macaw and I...
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 also time-travelled to a future time period where: machismo is less overt, gender norms are a decade or two more progressed, certain Spanish-to-English translations are...
MAMI COMO SE DICE FOUNTAIN
Mami, ¿cómo se dice fountain? Pileta, muñeca. Pileta pileta pileta Oh right Don’t forget You might need to recall that word later Que bella es esa pileta ...
THE COLOR OF MY WRITING
“You do not belong here.” – Jaquira Díaz In my America Earlier this year, as I delved into the personal essay form, I couldn’t help but gasp when I read the following lines in a piece written by Jaquira Díaz:...