the ball is in your court. our love is on very thin ice. |
You two make a very cute couple.
Posted by on Tue, 05 May 2009 00:24:00 GMT |
the weirdest dream ever. |
I just had the most strangest dream in my entire life - It was once rumored - maybe even by me, that before my family came to California from Mexico, they made a pit stop in Tennessee. (not true.) but...
Posted by on Tue, 17 Mar 2009 04:18:00 GMT |
Check out future posts on my new blog! |
Hey Guys! Check out my future blog posts on my new blog: www.thismexicanamericanlife.com Happy New Year all!
Posted by on Mon, 05 Jan 2009 01:13:00 GMT |
UNITY '08: Green Alleys by Jonathan Lebron |
http://unitynews.org/2008/07/25/green-alleys/
I got the chance to take part of a podcast at UNITY '08. Providing some of the spanish translation for a story about Chicago's greener streets, Jonathan's...
Posted by on Fri, 25 Jul 2008 22:44:00 GMT |
training wheels |
I'm grateful I met her. Even though nothing romantic will come out of it. I remember when she told me who she was: sophisticated, cultured, a strong Latina. Famous, I suppose. Courageous enough to fig...
Posted by on Thu, 20 Sep 2007 23:46:00 GMT |
bunuelos |
There's a boxer in the kitchen. I hear the beating, the punches wailing away. She's a fighter. Mom is beating up the masa for bunuelos on New Years Eve. It's as though she exorcises all sins, all the ...
Posted by on Tue, 07 Aug 2007 19:05:00 GMT |
nobody and nothing |
Nobody and nothing has motivated me more than her. Not school, parents, work or God herself. I've never been asked to sacrifice more than the summer moment when I shelved books in order -among so much...
Posted by on Sun, 05 Aug 2007 14:57:00 GMT |
hyphenated |
It's difficult to explain ones existence as a body of hyphenated cultures. Simply because what is decidedly appropriated isn't such a simple process. There's this long deliberation of what ...
Posted by on Mon, 09 Jul 2007 00:25:00 GMT |
(flash fiction) The Color of Things |
(rough draft) She says she prefers black and white photos. That there might be honesty in their hueless form. Something timeless maybe. I don't buy any of this, of course. there's no convincing a...
Posted by on Sun, 06 May 2007 01:35:00 GMT |
A Chicano at Walden Pond |
the leaves hold a golden crisp just as Thoreau had promised seven novembers ago when i unread his wrinkles from stems of history in east L.A., Wa...
Posted by on Sat, 21 Apr 2007 18:44:00 GMT |
