Tag: Nonfiction

Writing and the Body

I often wrestle with how I form a sentence. I love certain sounds, certain units of syntax, and I tend to use them perhaps too

Hystory, An Art Object

I followed the doctor down the yellow hall. He was explaining something but I wasn’t listening. I was thinking about the doorways we kept passing

A Child of Various Tongues

My Mum is driving. Her skinny body sinks into the leather seats as she takes control of the vehicle. When we turn onto the half-murrum,

Who Owns A Story?

“Write what you know.” Fiction writers have heard it a thousand times with a thousand different meanings attached. It’s a phrase that, when taken at

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

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