His face appeared, the texture of ground corn, staring to his left, the crown of thorns, his black, wooly hair, and all Maria Rubio had done was to pray every day since she was ten, walk on her knees to the altar each week, bless her family, give thanks. Then between her hands she had pressed the corn paste flat in the skillet and when she flipped it […]
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I wrote you a letter – tried to phrase a suicide note, but instead came out with words that butterfly with hope and blades that divide decisions and not wrists. It spoke of love, of that quiet desperation that I feel when I am waiting for you to meet my glance, your averted eyes poised with concentration. It spoke of how long I waited to build a lifetime with you, […]
Melancholy Hyperbole 