Memoir
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B l a n k
Dedicated to all those who suffer from memory loss. Memories holding on Without them I am Blank They keep me Alive Joy Anger Without them I am Blank Memories They keep me from going mad I am nothing without them… Continue reading
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41. A Love Story.
January 1, 2026, Sumire Gant and Antonio Pedro Ruiz celebrate forty-one years of sharing their lives. The romantic in me searches for words to speak to youfor feelings to feelto share with you January 1, 1985when I crawled down the… Continue reading
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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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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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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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Giving Thanks
Well, it’s that time of year when Americans go all out preparing for the holidays, starting with Thanksgiving. Some things will always stay the same. There’s turkey and all the fixings. The grandma recipes come out, and families gather from… 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
