A moment to reflect,
a moment to pause and observe.
A moment of silence,
in that insistent moment,
of incoherent apathy,
A moment to reflect,
a moment to pause and observe.
A moment of silence,
in that insistent moment,
of incoherent apathy,
On February 6, 1937, the cold and damp—in the form of Franco’s troops and their allies—surrounded the city of Málaga like a gigantic wave about to engulf everything. My grandfather Rafael, from whom I inherited a love of antique desks, poetry, and delicate seashells, told me many years ago—perhaps more than thirty—that he was fourteen when my great-grandfather came home and told my great-grandmother that…
As we approached the city of Teotihuacán, I could see the iconic eagles flying above our car and the beautiful pyramids on the horizon. My brother and I eagerly got out of the car, drawn by the enchanting scent of marigolds.
By José G. Vázquez
Of streets that end where the night begins,
of waiting, which the very act of waiting makes seem eternal,
those are the days that stretch into months
and with that look
By Loli Molina
intermittent: adj. Suffering from madness, not continuously, but at intervals.
We are the ones who open the doors so that
those who were left out can come in
Accents, dialects, and
fanfares from a thousand and one languages flow through our veins
"I'm looking for a job," he shouted in the bar
"I'm looking for a job," he posted on social media
"I'm looking for a job in the countryside or the city"
And he found a job before he woke up…