Tag: #spanglishvoces

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?...

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...

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...

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...

Él se mató y en vez de tomar su muerte como una oportunidad para tratarnos diferente, y entender que la salud mental es algo que necesita la misma atención que le ponemos a todo los otros dolores, –Porque no sé...

Creeps in all sloth-like claws extend from your childhood. Forces me to reflect on the absence of your touch, how I survived alone for days as you catered to your own wounds, unaware I was slowly evolving into one of...

I stare at myself in the mirror Because it’s time we had a heart to heart Why can’t you just be normal? Why can’t you just accept me for who I am? The distorted image turns into my mother And...

Hay un espacio, territorio, llamado Centroamérica que se une en sus diferencias. Una territorialidad con su propio ritmo y cadencia. con sus propias luchas. La literatura como ventana o como espejo es un reflejo , no hace más que contarlas,...

We’re back, mortales! During these extraordinary moments filled with daily challenges, many of us gravitate to the arts for solace y compañía. Sin dudas, documentary films serve as excellent tools due to their ability to explore a wide range of...

Anxiety is a dysfunctional musical ensemble; My sense of control,  the conductor.    My melodic chorus of  “I’m fine,” accompanied,  with a winning smile,  to stop your worried questions,  and concerned stares.    Every 5 minutes  I touch each finger to my thumb:  1...