Where would anybody ever find meaning? Where could they make their mark? Yesenia had thought it lay in a city more than 300 miles away, just as far as she perceived her dreams were from being reality. Her reality was the arranged marriages they would have with merchants and the embellished wooden calesas that drove … Continue reading Bisabuela
"Ah, don't you love it?" "Love what?" "The sound. The music through the breeze." Ohh. That dilapidated Karaoke bar we live next to. "Yeah, sure." "It's nice to have friends in the neighborhood. You shouldn't be so isolated. Right?" The squatted posture of a woman huddled over to my bench, inviting herself in, to put … Continue reading The Abyss
The sky was ablaze in a cloudless blue, a scorching aurelian haze. No turbines could run and there was no force that could impress an industrious nature on a perpetual siesta such as this town's repute. All the lonely roads merely led to a desert of a sea. The town and its denizens were archaic … Continue reading Winning Souls
His father was a war veteran who never really did come back home. No one ever did in those days. Always ready for a battle, he either had a gun or a bolo that protected him from every little sound and he never trusted the way the winds moved the lily pads in still waters. … Continue reading The Hustle I Know
The Typewritten Tales 