This story is one of the March Writing Challenge entries chosen to be a featured story. . “I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” The words consume me. My fall echoing the memory that they trigger, like stepping through a foreign doorway into a familiar room. The itch of our checkered brown carpet that Dad never […]
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Dear 18-year-old me, Hola, amiga, how ya’ doing? I believe you survived high school. Congrats. However, today I lay on my bed perplexed. For whenever I think about my future, my heart almost skips a beat, I get goose-bumpy, and my feet get cold and numb. As for years to come from now, I’ll be […]
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. I want to melt purple violets and yellow roses into the arch of your back and run daisies over the course of your childhood, rest my hand limp on the porcelain of your cheek and mouth Sanskrit words into the apex of your breath so that our souls can remember the first lifetime that […]
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