Tag: #spanglishvoces

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....

    Hoy enterré dos ardillas en mi jardín. Sus ojos fijos y sus patitas quietas aparecen cada vez que bajo los párpados. Me duelen sus vidas interrumpidas y no saber por qué murieron, aunque quisiera pensar que fue de...

My husband, who we’ll call A, had the tree-house-and-bicycle adventures with his friends. The kind of adventures that we Latin Americans who grew up in the eighties dreamed about while devouring E.T. and The Goonies and a heap of buttery...

           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...

 A tiyanak! That’s what got that poor girl. Even the silent mouthing of the name “tiyanak” gave Julia goosebumps. She was staying with her grandmother, Lola Mina, for summer vacation. Lola Mina’s cook, Inday, was convinced this malevolent creature had...

in memoriam Amalia del Carmen The way the story goes, two whole days passed before Miguel finally stumbled home. And it took just as long for him to snap out of whatever spell had been cast on him before he...