The Angels In Ocotlán

The Angels In Ocotlán

Oscar and Jaime were in agreement: while Jaime was at Sunday mass, Oscar would look after his dog. Directly before mass was an appointment with the vet, and directly after he would be on his way to catch a flight to Los Angeles to visit his son in El Monte—a decision...
Wings

Wings

For a while, to put socks on my hands was to grow paws, sprout furry ears. I strained upward at the age of four, imagined a launch, pushed my mind into the sky, and wings opened out from my shoulders. For a full year I made myself into a dog, ruddy with pure love on...
Oh Deer

Oh Deer

I keep finding myself in situations where I’m telling myself: RUN. But I can’t always figure out how to get on my feet without putting myself in the headlights first. And I know, better than any of my predators, that I need that...
As the Blackbirds Sing

As the Blackbirds Sing

Come morning, a blackbird knocks at the window to the right of my alarm clock. The two machines share more than a propensity to track time. They understand needs, including mine. Both sing tunes of pleasing notes. Bonjour. Shalom. Adios. I stir. I turn. I yawn. A red...
Seaside

Seaside

Dear God I see you in the setting sun and see myself in these blue currents below darkening to purple as the minutes pass and think of my parents— Waikiki Beach, take me home and take everything else, too. Make my mother weep. Leaving the water with scrapes and...