Never His Little Girl
The First Time I was quietly sitting on the ivory, Victorian Louis IV seat, carefully writing my name, Maria Cristina … Continue reading Never His Little Girl
Category: Narratives
Tattoos and Marriage
Are suppose to be permanent. The first time I got a tattoo, I … Continue reading Tattoos and Marriage
My Tita told me I deserved to feel good in bed.
Two days prior to my Tita dying, she asked Carmen and I to give her a bath. “Escojeme una blusa … Continue reading My Tita told me I deserved to feel good in bed.
Green Cat Liquors Series – Part I
I could smell the stench from the stale alcohol diluted with dreams pissed away by shattered hopes like the broken … Continue reading Green Cat Liquors Series – Part I
Jelly Sandwiches
Is what we looked forward to eating for dinner, if lucky, with a glass of milk. I’d keep excited vigilance … Continue reading Jelly Sandwiches
Ella
I wonder at times what might have been of my life had destiny chosen a different path for me. . … Continue reading Ella
The Soul of a Hummingbird
I dedicate this poem to my grandmother, Carmen Elida Prince (Tita), and all the Abuelas who have had the courage … Continue reading The Soul of a Hummingbird
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