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If I had a dollar for every time I felt like there wasn’t enough space
If I had a dollar for every time I felt that there wasn’t enough space, / I’d buy a lot of houseplants— / enough to hide my bedroom walls, / a glaring pink I never chose.
moon dough
Poem by Elisabeth Contreras-Moran when I was really young, I’d ask mi abuelita “Lita, how much do you love me?” she’d reply in her native...
Stealing Spanish
Creative Nonfiction by Samantha Chagollan For a stretch of a few years, we promised we would only speak Spanish to each other on the...
My Father Taught Me
Poem by Staff Writer Cecilia Caballero My father taught me To hate the flatness of his nose And its broadness, his dark lips the color Of...
i’d like to think that i am nothing like my mother
Poem by Staff Writer Viviana Mendoza she is natural disaster. she is the aid in the aftermath. she held us between her fingertips just...
Heirloom Geodes and Foundations
Creative nonfiction by Christiane Williams-Vigil Established in 1567, the quiet little mountain town of Santa Barbara, Chihuahua, became...
glorious
Creative nonfiction by Sofía Aguilar Tía and I are stretching for sky. A curved thing, made holy in its color, perfect in its shape as...
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