Rain didn’t stop the rush of movement downtown, where Sam’s Café never closed and the “Kim!” store sold stuff no … More
The street noise at my window was a constant reminder that just beyond the glass lay a city of colors.
Those were my sassy days, when I ran free and spoke a thousand languages.
No matter how fast he ran, he always seemed to run in the wrong direction.
El Club del Manito stayed open late on the weekends, flaunted always by a crowd of teenagers looking to get … More
That night I rode fast and clear, searching for a person I’d never met.
Mine was a blue world, a place of swirling oceans, soaring winds, and love as sure as the bluest of … More
The child watched the bicycle jealously, wishing he’d received one just like it last Sunday, when it was Christmas.
I take my shades with me everywhere. They hide my sins, and I’ve got a lot of sins.