I have five nephews and five nieces. Only four of them live in Chicago. The two oldest—in their 2os—and two boys, ten and 8. Ever since I returned to Chicago from Puerto Rico (about eight months now) I've been heartbroken at the fact that Michael, the 10 year old, no longer wants me to kiss … Continue reading Too cool?
Flashback- late ’70s
I popped in the 8-track (did I really say 8-track?), held a hairbrush up to my mouth, and lost myself in dreams of being a member of La Pandilla. Singing was the only means of expression that didn't cause anxiety in the shy little girl that I was. I was five and it's a memory that … Continue reading Flashback- late ’70s
Confined: solitary safety
Time passes as the rusting armor encasing me, protecting my wounded heart, shields us from storms. Its lock impenetrable. Then... You, a surprise. Your words earn the key. Your smile turns the lock. Your love is a light that cloaks me in warmth. But in time your light begins to blind me. The temperature rises … Continue reading Confined: solitary safety
Co-dependence: An insomniac’s song
I don't have very clear memories of my childhood. Most of them are so wrapped up in stories I've heard over and over again, that the line between the story and memory is completely blurred. The only exception to this is the memory of being awake at night, listening to the sound of the coquis. … Continue reading Co-dependence: An insomniac’s song
Buy me some peanuts and cracker jack
I was 15 that hot summer. It was the kind of hot Chicago summer that makes its residents start wishing for the Fall and wondering why they ever complained about winter. Stepping outside for just a few minutes could leave you drenched in a pool of sweat. Staying inside was usually a punishment, the results … Continue reading Buy me some peanuts and cracker jack
Gapped
my smile imperfect your words my new reflection charm is what I see
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