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…
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The Roots of Teotihuacán
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.
FOOTPRINTS IN THE SAND
Sometimes, the best thing you can do is the most painful
Saying goodbye
Letting go
Holding their little head in the palm of your hands
As the spirit begins to leave
But they stay
To make sure you're okay
OF STREETS AND WAITING
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
DAUGHTERS OF THE MOON
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
THOUGHTS ABOUT MY BEST FRIEND
By Kurma Murrain In my experience, in Colombia (my home country), the way pets are treated is very different from that in the United States. Dogs and cats are usually kept outside. We certainly don’t cuddle with them at night, and we rarely consider them members of the family.We love them.Continue reading “THOUGHTS ON MY BEST FRIEND”