Let The Fear SpeakThe morning makeup and march to the pills Taina. Tired but here and now.Jun 1, 2021Jun 1, 2021
The Storyteller: How I Learned Of My African AncestryMy maternal grandfather is the original storyteller in my family. He loved to tell stories about Pepito, Memin, and Jaimito. These…Jun 19, 2018Jun 19, 2018
TrampolineNo one thought she was a witch but that the stepmother was evil was something everyone believed. Still, the two sisters were surprised…Apr 8, 2018Apr 8, 2018
Gay EconomicsThe campus was nowhere. We were surrounded by tall pine trees and a small town. In class, I didn’t know anyone’s name and no one knew me…Feb 19, 2018Feb 19, 2018
Kakaito Ghost StoryBecause I was too young to go alone, on Sundays Figaro would take me fishing in the river a mile away from our grandfather’s wooden house…Jan 6, 2018Jan 6, 2018
Published inWoketimesWoketimes Issue 1.9“Oh God,” I gasp, pulling my head up. “What happened?” There’s dried vomit coming down the side of my bed. I touch my face and smell on my…Oct 19, 2017Oct 19, 2017
Published inWoketimesWoketimes Issue 1.8Outside of Hank’s Market, I eat two pieces of the best fried chicken I’ve ever had in my life. My lips and fingers are covered in grease…Oct 4, 2017Oct 4, 2017
The is? In That Face“You couldn’t think about 1998 in The United States without thinking about baseball. There were times when Ken Griffey brought out in…Oct 4, 2017Oct 4, 2017
Published inWoketimesWoketimes Issue 1.7On my way home down Esplanade I lose Yuy and her boyfriend going ahead of them on numb roads I’ve never experienced. There are times on my…Sep 28, 2017Sep 28, 2017
Published inWoketimesWoketimes Issue 1.6Piloting my bicycle behind Yuy and her boyfriend, after taking substances from Mother Earth, means shifting paradigms on social…Sep 15, 2017Sep 15, 2017
