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El Diablo Bailarín

El Diablo Bailarín
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This story made Ma want to be a good girl and made me afraid of sin.   When I was a kid growing up in East L. A., I couldn’t get enough of Ma’s cuentos. Her Mexican folk tales with their moral lessons and warnings of disaster used to scare the hell out of me. […]

Order & Chaos

Order & Chaos

I’m one of those people you might call “anal.” It’s an unattractive term for an orderly person. I’m not obsessive-compulsive to the point of exhibiting the so-named disorder, but you could call me an OCD sympathizer. I like having everything in place. I alphabetize my books and organize them by category. I balance my checkbook […]

Mexican of America

Mexican of America

    MEXICAN OF AMERICA A Sonnet   Mestizo come, America, you call. Amniotic oceans Pacific join, break through the virgin hymen, wailing wall from the fluids of her earthen loins. Tender eyes burn with the new day’s fire. Bullets shatter your bones, your flesh torn on border fences electrified barbed wire. Knives slash and […]

Welcome to Miss Havisham’s House

Welcome to Miss Havisham’s House

I began to suspect that I had made a mistake when I drove through the gates and was forced to maneuver through a film crew, two German Shepherds, assorted cats and kids, and farragoes of discarded furniture and tools. Yet, as Airbnb had promised, the estate was beautiful—albeit it was a disheveled, decrepit beauty; like […]

Read and Sung

Read and Sung

Do not ask of your shadow’s future. Do not dwell on your shadow’s past. Do not ask what others think. Rely not upon the delusions of the many. Do not turn away from certitude and a multisyllabic path. Do not listen to politicians’ rhetoric. Do not become a sleeping mute, a junk yard dog. Do […]

Life Within a Stone

Life Within a Stone

Something white catches my eye in the sea of forest greens. I grasp my twisted stick and balance on the steep incline. A large ash colored stone wide enough to sit on lies crosswise to the vacant tree hollow. At its foot rests a flattened gray backpack. A hardcover book anchors a thin stack of […]

Just Before Dawn

Just Before Dawn

Just Before Dawn by Lois P. Jones   when the almost is not yet lit and the inbetween is a periwinkle world of snow that holds the bough, a memory tree recalls your days – small hours skim their surface like a blue-winged dragonfly. You as the perfect moment, abandoning the shade of limbs and […]

Winter Solstice

Winter Solstice

When you startle awake in the dark morning heart pounding breathing fast sitting bolt upright staring into dark whirlpool black hole feeling its suction Get out of bed knock at the door of your nearest friend ask to lie down ask to be held Listen while whispered words turn the hole into deep night sky […]

Scribblings 50: Welcome to My Walk

Scribblings 50: Welcome to My Walk

I am convinced that that there are more great restaurants in Pasadena than there are palm trees. And this is saying something, considering that so many palms were planted in the 1930s that Colorado Boulevard was nearly rechristened the “Street of a Thousand Palms.” Couple this with the facts that 1. my most recent visit […]

Am I a Latina?

Am I a Latina?

Am I a Latina? by Carla Hensley   In the town by the sea of cracked sidewalks and forgotten panaderías I was born in June below the sweet waist of America. Am I a Latina? Around eleven I discovered Neruda and his oh-so-fervent loves, Gabo and the tenderness of his towns. I’ve traced my way […]

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