My father would’ve worn faded work-jeans: picking out a different pair every morning from his cycle of Wranglers, each of them bearing the circles of…
Today, I’m keeping my grandmother company. She’s older; her renewal is on the line. My parents don’t think she should be driving much anymore. She…
I was naked with only one man, Eladio. He liked my coffee, a lo cubano— the way I could turn powdered sugar into smoke. It’s…
Her favorite words were the ones that sounded dirty but were not. Masticate. Cul de sac. Angina. She used them often, delivering them with intense…
The mocking bird outside my window has learned to imitate a car alarm, which in my opinion is the saddest repercussion of “the information age,”…
Our minds were not made to understand the time it took for reptiles to fly or for gas to form rock to form water. Hair…
Washing the udder first, warm water, not too hot, with a squirt of lavender Dawn dish soap, then gently drying with my t-shirt, Mom always…
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When the milk cow hadn’t spared a drop even for the calving, when its udder shriveled like a rotting pawpaw, Ora carried sweet Lily, white…
My father is a mime. Always waving his arms at us. Always drawing lines. Even in sleep, his nervous hands press and pull the air…