Recalling Memories: Riding Along the LA River

I saw the shadow of my bicycle from tree to tree as I rode atop the Los Angeles Riverbed between the 105 and the 91 freeway going south. I saw the silhouette of a little girl riding her bike on an afternoon sunset after she finished her homework and had dinner, and I remembered. I… Continue reading Recalling Memories: Riding Along the LA River

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Labios en Rojo – Lips in Red

It had been years, probably since I was in elementary school, that I had pulled my hair straight back into a bun. I made sure, as I always did, that there were no little cuernitos sticking out. I probably did my hair about five times until it was as slick as it could be. “Parece… Continue reading Labios en Rojo – Lips in Red

Las Lineas, Fronteras, Dos Tierras, Como le Llamen

Las lineas: Lineas que existen. Linease que creamos. Lineas que dividen. Una tierra. Ilusión de dos. Mexico. Estados Unidos. Una flor. Cables de luz. Intersección.   Por que nací de un lado, cruzo libremente—al fin de todo, una ilusión de division que dejamos existir en la realidad. Crucé a Mexicali el fin de semana pasado y tomé esta foto.… Continue reading Las Lineas, Fronteras, Dos Tierras, Como le Llamen

Mi Locura

 No, no me había curado: el amor es una enfermedad en el mundo en que lo único natural es el odio." —Las Batallas en el Desierto, Jose Emilio Pacheco quiebra mi corazón pero mi amor nunca lo veras morir destroza mi corazón pero yo no me someteré al estado que la destrucción induce un estado que la… Continue reading Mi Locura

Puebla: Behind the Wooden Doors

Colorful colonial balconies, busy streets and sidewalks. Downtown Puebla is filled with street food, color, and noise. Buildings are magnificently tall, wide streets; it is a populous city. Some wooden doors still mark the entrance to these building and to my surprise, peeking through a finger size rupture of one of those, I found a different hidden life behind closed doors;… Continue reading Puebla: Behind the Wooden Doors