Prehistoric maps were unfeigned, exquisitely etched in the ephemeral soil, by the dead, using sharp rocks, elegant index finger bones,…
“I’ll be right back.” You slide awkwardly out of the booth, adolescent limbs a jumble beneath the table. When you…
According to a psychiatrist I saw when I was seventeen and had not yet contemplated suicide, only dying in general,…
When I hear that my cousin Tito is dead, I brace myself for the worst. We fought many times, Tito…
Amy and I were making dinner the way we always did, me a whirlwind of utensils and her a dead…
Death is not strange to you. You have lived on these streets where people died almost daily. Every day, due…
When I was fifteen, my grandmother passed away. She lived a long life, the leading matron of our entire family…
The iron kettle rattled on the wood-burning stove. Steam filled the room before Elizabeth rushed in with a towel knotted…
Nothing here is the same thing twice in a row. Farmland is sowed and reaped, dirt roads turn to mud…
by Anastasia Arellano The red neon hotel sign illuminated the narrow street as Ruby exited the pick up truck. It…