I’ve been staring at the walls of this marble prison for lord knows how long. Soothing the fatigue of dragging heavy limbs that are tied with chains to my bedframe. My eyes soaked much before stepping in, stained yellow from...
If a year ever needed to be escaped from, it was 2020. Como muchos in the BIPOC community, I had a tough time, what with job instability, violence, prejudice, global warming, crumbling democracy, and, oh yeah, una jodienda pandémica. To...
A six-year-old me played a game of “stay awake” against the car window while Mom drove me and my sister to school every morning. On Wednesdays, the West Farms train staircase looked like the stairs to reach a roller coaster....
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...