May 2017

Instead

            The girl is pretty. She has a hooked nose and coffee skin and a pointed smile that looks like Peter Pan’s, if Peter Pan had been a teenage girl in a hijab writing someone’s name on the side of a Starbucks cup. She hands the cup to the...

To Ezekiel Robert Chacón

Listen to me. You see, I’m weak, I’m dying, or maybe I’m already dead. Whatever the case, there is nothing more important than what I’m about to tell you, mijo. We die, every day we die, and that’s your earthly inheritance. We die on wedding nights...

A Broken Man

“You know how there are some types of diseases that turn your own body against you?” he began. “We used to call them autoimmune diseases. Well, when Earth had hers, it turned out to be a purge of the human race itself.”He stopped...

The Old District

Poor, lustful, cars mostly stolen, we take any chance to cruise beyond our ghetto, eyes for crime or romance we call scoring, t-shirts tight, tattooed. Underage in the back, in my place, I spot two girls. We brake, they get in, I get lucky, one in...

Song of the Archaeologist

Nothing lasts. In the desert, under a mountain, bones crushed to smaller versions of themselves, condensed again to the thinnest line, a leaf from a book finished and forgotten. All words eventually lose meaning, zombie languages unintelligible...

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