ERREDE, NO PROBLEM
¿Qué es ser dominicane? La dignidad de ser, Dominicane. La dignidad de la identidad nacional Constructo colonial Para separar, clasificar. Manos que son criollas Pero blancas Manos que son externas Blancas, nunca morenas Manos, caras, sonrisas falsas Desterrando la identidad...
Lost Voyages
They said the yola was so small, you had to hold your breath and each other, whenever the waves came crashing. That the wind kept blowing the boat the opposite direction and the salt water, teased their thirst. ...
El Express al Hula Hula
(Antes que nada, aclaremos lo siguiente. El hula hula es un parque que también sirve de punto de encuentro para muchas rutas de autobuses en la ciudad de San Salvador. Hasta el año 2020 fue así. Por otro lado, Sibar...
Fe
I wonder if mami looks at me and sees the little girl I used to be. Does it keep her up at night, how the world got its hands-on me? Even though so many of her nights were filled...
Querido Padre
En mis pensamientos siempre llevo la imagen de la familia perfecta. Llevo tus abrazos y el aroma del amor llenandome la memoria con imagenes de cuando era niña, y nos sentabamos en la mesa blanca y madera a tomar...
MEAN·ING AND MAY·HEM
“I had no idea how much more dying was on the way.“ —Tim Seibles Let’s reimagine a change in title. Let’s force a real shift in mindset. The...
HOW TO STAND AT ATTENTION
In 2018, Dallas, Texas police officer Amber Guyger shot 26-year-old Botham Jean, a black accountant from St. Lucia, while in his home watching tv and eating ice-cream; unarmed. Guyger entered the wrong apartment and believed Botham was burglarizing her premises....
NUESTRAS LOCAS ILUSIONES¹
Para mi madre, por soñar otros mundos y conquistarlos Todo inmigrante recuerda con precisión el momento de la partida. La fecha exacta. El mes, el día, la hora. Los preparativos del viaje. Las ansias locas de encontrar un nuevo mundo,...
My Appreciation of “Body Facts” by Joey S. Kim
I finished reading the book Body Facts several days ago. And yet, my brain still has not accurately processed the many feelings provoked by each poem. My imagination took a road trip; I found myself wandering in a yellow bus...
AUSENCIA EN NAVIDAD
Dad was home when Mom gave birth alone. A paradox blossoming between war-torn countries, I arrived, unexpectedly, to a most familiar unholy matrimony. Far from the border patrol agent whose gutted eyes are filled with remand and apathy. Maybe that...