Month: July 2019

The Body Spent

The apartment is ready for her by the time she arrives. She isn’t sure, exactly, where she is. In a city, somewhere, but it is

Xochitl

A few weeks before Christmas 2017, my grandfather, mi abuelito, born in a migrant farm worker camp in rural Kansas, was called home by the

Legacy

“You cannot control your parentage, but you can control your legacy.” –Rick Riordan, The House of Hades   The world glows a brilliant white in

Two Dollar Bills Are Good Luck

My father is the type of man to take more than he gives. One of the few things he likes to give me and my

Nothing to Be Scared Of

Wearing my cutest bikini, gray background with white flowers, a little string thing, adorable, really, I lumber through laps as I swim at the Santa

Ephemera

The Biological Sciences Library is the ideal place to work on a quiet Sunday afternoon. With many hours still ahead of her, she languishes at

Swimming Lessons

In her dream, Meena is drowning. It’s always the same dream—her kicking and floundering, fighting the swirling current, gasping for breath as she breaks the

Light and Hot

Joana assumed that there must have been someone before her who had been more tired than she was at this moment—A mother, though, she thought,

Arranged

Today I mourn myself. Ashes in the moonlight. Once, I met myself with a red suitcase. My destiny; escape or a blade. Today would be

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