Green Cat Liquors Series: Part II

I could tell it was morning. The smell of burnt egg lingered like the smell of stale alcohol from the … Continue reading Green Cat Liquors Series: Part II

SHE

She has sex with him at least three times a “weak.” Thinks that if she keeps him engaged, he won’t … Continue reading SHE

The following is a letter I wrote to my daughter on her 21st birthday. In essence it was a reflection … Continue reading Letter on Her 21st Birthday

Two months she spent with her jaw wired shut. Not only had my grandfather imprisoned my grandmother physically, he took … Continue reading In her, I saw the liberation we had all been waiting for

Who paid the price for me? Is a question I came across as I was reading a book that was … Continue reading Rock Women: Powerful but Delicately Balanced

The soap suds are purifying An immaculate act My brusque manicured hands sensually stroke the tainted surface of each dish … Continue reading The Sensuous Experience of Washing Dishes

A few months ago, May to be exact, I decided I would attempt to start running again. I use to … Continue reading Weighing In On My Healing

These hands brusque molds of barro Too masculine for ruffled skirts and Hair resting gardenias Hands of heavy honey … Continue reading An Extension of My Heart

A few weeks ago, I wrote about my visit with my sister to a store called GOOD VIBRATIONS where I … Continue reading My Vagina . . . and Serendipity

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.