Identity
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Da Bronx: The Nostalgia of Memory
This past summer, I spent seven days in Da Bronx, where I was born. These are the memories the visit revealed. The little red car I received on my fifth birthday —the first memory my brain will acknowledge. 314 East… Continue reading
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Resolutions
I’ve made my one resolution for 2026. I will have no resolutions What’s the point? I’m just going to break them in one week or one month or somewhere around May when it begins to get L.A. weather lovely, and… Continue reading
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What’s Bugging Us These Days
From the files of 2025, a series of unanswered questions. Watching your screens, computer, TV, and phone these days, do you ever get the feeling there’s just too much happening in your mind and your life? There’s the stress at… Continue reading
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Bah Humbug
When I was a child, I couldn’t wait until Christmas to find out what my presents would be. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out where my parents were hiding the unwrapped presents (the apartment wasn’t that big),… Continue reading
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i dent i ty
The following was inspired by the book The Other Latin@: Writing Against a Singular Identity, edited by Blas Falconer and Lorraine M. Lopez. who am i there are so many names according to themthose people who build the labelswrite the… Continue reading
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The Ministry of Lies
Considering recent events, I suggest revisiting this essay, which I have rewritten multiple times over the past few years and have recently updated to reflect the current situation. Don’t say you weren’t warned. I’m not naïve. The practice of lying… Continue reading
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7 7
December 8, 2025, marks my 77 rotations around the sun. The number 7 7 An angel number, I read it somewhere A powerful sign, I read it somewhere A spiritual awakening And Divine guidance, I read it somewhere I read… Continue reading
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DeoxyriboNucleicAcid
“DNA, or deoxyribonucleic acid, is the molecule inside cells that contains the genetic instructions for an organism’s development and function.” What should I call myself? Should I slip my soul (not the one in the bible)Into your designer wordsThe ones… Continue reading
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Closed Shut
I don’t see nothing I don’t want to see I don’t need to think to solve problemsI don’t want to solve I don’t ask questions to receive answers I don’t want to hearIt’s easier this wayThe pain is sometimes too… Continue reading
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A Year of Violent Living
The following poetic memoir is part of an upcoming chapbook titled “Walking Backward over Broken Glass.” In 1968, I was nineteen, living in Da Bronx. It was the year of cities burning. New York. Baltimore. Boston. Chicago. Detroit. Kansas City.… Continue reading
