Sunrise from Tiger Hill
Blue Sunbirds haunt this region. They Convert this hill into an odeum At five a.m. Tree branches sway When dawn winds blow, making a constant hum. By six, a gradual colour change Occurs above the distant mountain range: The...
Jackie Robinson is Not Cuban?
The biography of Jackie Robinson’s ‘Who Am I’ was one of the most borrowed books from the collection in my 2nd-grade classroom. When it was my turn to take the book home from school, I kept it by my side...
Melena: A (Hair) Love Story
My hair journey is an atypical one compared to most who share my culture, background, or hair type. Though I’ve faced the same all-too-common hair shaming from others because of my hair’s natural composition, that relentless campaign exclusively came from...
CineMujeres: Unveiling the Creative Powerhouses – Must Watch Films Directed By Latinas
Step into a world of captivating storytelling and groundbreaking cinematic vision as we shine a spotlight on the cinematic brilliance of Latina directors. From heart-rending dramas to thought-provoking documentaries, this article unveils a curated selection of a few films that...
La migra – Un cuento de adolescentes
Apenas sonó la campana del recreo, los estudiantes corrieron hacia Michael. No fue necesario que él los llamara ni que gritara para que le pusieran atención. Michael estaba en el duodécimo grado, y la posición a la cual esta jerarquía...
La costa del soldado
Abro los ojos, y aún sigo durmiendo. Algo me grita que corra, que no estamos a salvo, que nos persiguen, que me esconda, pero ¿Cómo me escondo en mi propia cabeza si yo misma soy el cazador y la presa?...
¿Quién me enseñó a bajar la cabeza?
No siento nada, ni rencor, ni dolor, y mucho menos amor. Voy caminando, hablando, actuando, sin deseo alguno, sin gana alguna debo de seguir. Limpio la casa. Preparo a los niños. Te sirvo comida. Limpio la casa. Beso a los...
explaining ptsd to my boyfriend
you exaggerate every single part of your life is what he likes to say to me when we fight and he knows that he’s wrong hurting me intentionally is easier than admitting he hurts me with his words every single...
The Not So Great Gift of Life
When I was little, I felt sad a lot. I cried a lot. I remember learning about suicide for the first time and not understanding why it was such a bad thing, so bad to be considered a sin. In...
Graveyard Shift
It’s just Joe the pharmacist, myself, and the rock playlist in the background during the graveyard shift. He’s semi-retired and dozes off every now and then. I work in an isolated room enclosed by plexiglass. Its shelves are full of...