“Opportunities like this come once in a lifetime, Flavia,” said Marisol in an officious tone. She was holding one of Flavia’s hands and looking into her eyes as if she were disclosing the mystery of the Apocalypse. They had been...
Horacio Quiroga, en su decálogo del perfecto cuentista, recomienda: “No empieces a escribir sin saber desde la primera palabra adónde vas. En un cuento bien logrado, las tres primeras líneas tienen casi la importancia de las tres últimas”. Visto con...
I find the skull lying in a back alley. It has no eyes, but I know she looks at me—a timid shriek coming out of the darkness. Thick storms of brown and gray spill out of the trash as I...
Ni tan lejos ni tan cerca. “El Alto” me hace sentir como que aunque no estoy allá, nunca me fui. Un paseo astral por la media isla; un baño de pueblo. Me transporté, caminé por la República y por el...
A short story is a work of short, narrative prose that is usually centered around a single event, limited in scope as an introduction to such an event. In John Paul Infante’s On the Tip of My Mother’s Tongue, you...
During these extraordinary times in which social distancing is advised, one gravitates toward the arts for solace y compañía. Sin dudas, documentary films are great tools to use for its ability to cover a diverse myriad of subjects, from history,...
It’s 8:30 a.m. on a Tuesday in May. My youngest, now 13, needs help setting up for the Zoom meeting his math teacher and I wrangled over so they can address how his dyscalculia is making fractions difficult. My...
We, men, must accept the fact that we are failing. We have been persistently failing in the fight to destroy patriarchy. We are failing because we continue hearing too many tragic stories, already coupled with the history of...
The Supreme Court of the United States of America (SCOTUS) concluded that the current administration, led by President Donald J. Trump, and his Department of Homeland Security (DHS) violated the Administrative Procedure Act. This ruling forces the Trump Administration 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....