South Bronx
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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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daydreaming
daydreamingI remember a faint foggy memory—south bronxrican and dominican rootsthe patterson projectsjohn adams housesa child into a teenagerdates days places people their names have faded awaylike the clouds i would stare at through my fifth-floor windowi was that kind of… Continue reading
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daydreaming
i remember little a fogged memory south bronx coming from rican dominican roots. the patterson projects john adam houses a child into a teenager dates days places people their names have faded away like the clouds i would stare at… Continue reading
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Becoming 75 (Part One)
The first twenty five years: 1948-1973 On December 8, 2023, I will celebrate, okay, the better description should be, greet hesitantly, seventy-five revolutions around the sun. This will be a big deal for me, but I’m unsure why. I know… Continue reading