Liliana Esperanza

I miss home. But I don’t know what that is anymore. I miss sun falling into the honey-colored house. The pink and the white with little flowers. The galax. That child. She was Esperanza. Making her way up through the trees and the brush of the drainfield, she is Esperanza. Crawling through the tunnels of … More Liliana Esperanza

Mis Tías

Tengo tías de todas partes. Tengo tías que hacen milagros. Tengo tías que son mariposas. Tengo tías que venden mermeladas. Tengo tías que besan a mi carita. Tengo tías sin las palabras. Tengo tías que entierran semillas. Tengo tías que hacen sus propias muebles. Tengo tías que bailan conmigo. Tengo tías que hablan mezcladas. Tengo … More Mis Tías

a thought

Can anyone still really dispute that what we are looking at was meant to be so much more? is there anyone out there who thinks this, this, is the goal? that we’ve come far enough? done enough? that this is as it should be? and, my god, shouldn’t we have seen it coming? It’s just … More a thought

Open, I am…

One of my socks is stretched out. And I ran out of my favorite deodorant. And the DVD of Argo I bought refuses to be recognized by the player. And the top sheet hasn’t been in any way attached to my bed in at least a week. I’m living a stretched-out-sock life, somewhere in between … More Open, I am…