Viejo Cara de Hacha
I was in 8th grade, roughly 14 years old. I lived in San Ysidro, a border town on the U.S./Mexican … Continue reading Viejo Cara de Hacha
I was in 8th grade, roughly 14 years old. I lived in San Ysidro, a border town on the U.S./Mexican … Continue reading Viejo Cara de Hacha
I am afraid of cities, all jagged and hard, blades of concrete leaving dreams mutilated and scarred. Where concrete … Continue reading I. Am. Afraid. of Cities.
In the wake of Non-stop violent tragedies I ask myself, What do we need to do To save our world? … Continue reading It’s Okay If All You Did Today Was Survive