Are there any futures written out there in which my communities survive? This question provoked a conflict of distress and hope within me, launching my research on contemporary speculative fiction. It fueled my study on published Latina and LatinX writers,...
Ahora estoy mirando por la ventana de mi habitación en Londres. Son aproximadamente las diez de la noche, pero se ve igual de oscuro que a las cuatro treinta de la tarde. El ambiente es calmado. Cada día me siento...
for R.E.C. You’re seventeen years old and you’re having a bad day. Well, it’s actually another bad day, in a string of rotten months, in what is turning out to be a terrible year. But you don’t want to talk...
I’ve been staring at the walls of this marble prison for lord knows how long. Soothing the fatigue of dragging heavy limbs that are tied with chains to my bedframe. My eyes soaked much before stepping in, stained yellow from...
En la penumbra de la noche Mis inquietudes se aceleran Las palabras son un reproche Con el deseo de me que acogieran La incertidumbre nos recibe al alba Mientras el alma afligida Nuestra desdicha graba Queriendo recurrir a una huida...
sola solita mirada y sonrisa ojos lejanos miradas jamás vistas mias solo mias montañas distantes y frías llamadas que callan calles se encuentran en camino to other countries there are days chaos only comes from connections silencio sounds different in...
Hace casi tres meses llegué a Reino Unido y aunque no he recibido ataques racistas aún, ya me gritaron: “Masks don’t work!”, por usar mascarilla en la calle. Después del aislamiento obligatorio al llegar al país, en mi primera salida...
If a year ever needed to be escaped from, it was 2020. Como muchos in the BIPOC community, I had a tough time, what with job instability, violence, prejudice, global warming, crumbling democracy, and, oh yeah, una jodienda pandémica. To...
Our professor wrote us an email with a bad-mood-warning kind of vibe, letting us know that not everyone going through this pandemic is on equal footing, that there are poor people crowded together dying in the streets of European cities....
She had a weakness for vegan women. She loved gorditas and flautas, tostadas topped with pig’s feet and pickled pork skins, pozole and birria, but she fawned over women with grassy breath, nourished on lettuce...