The rain hammered outside, hitting the top of my neighbor’s tin roof. This made it louder—more annoying and frightening—than if it were falling on the ground.
It must have been 3am, since the rain roused me from a deep sleep, the kind that is a pure blackout, where any and all memories, thoughts, feelings cease to exist. I thought, This is a special kind of feeling that is accessed infrequently. Thoughts filtered through my mental fog, some held back by the fog and others lucky enough to make it through, albeit at different intensities. From the fragments of mental incantations…
The following is the transcript of an email I sent to my professors who co-taught a class during the infamous covid semester (Spring 2020). What was supposed to be a simple request turned into a cathartic exercise for my soul:
Saturday, April 4, 2020 at 2:30pm CST
Profe and Profa,
I hope that this email receives you well and that your loved ones are also in good health. I came into this class with the expectation of getting an A. It became evident to me on the first day of class that I would only receive an A through much…
Today we are parting ways, and I have the family garden in front of me to show you why. In recent times, more and more birds have been showing up to perch on branches or to peck the ground for worms. (No doubt due to Spring, which came overnight this year.) This was true for almost every living being. As if melting from their winter torpor, the plants, birds, and bugs sprung back to life; Even the sun shone stronger. And the family garden has been a living testament to this reanimation.
Like I mentioned, more and more birds have…
Loss. It is in these moments that we return to the book, we return to the family, we return to the soul.
Victory. The ego persists, yet we try our best to splinter it. One piece for ourselves, and a piece for everyone around us.
Ubuntu — I am because we are. This is its essence.
“I need space,” I said looking at the critically low storage left on my phone. The main culprit being my photos — nearly four-thousand of them to be exact. It’s been worse, however. I vaguely recall that at one point my phone had ten-thousand photos! Let’s face it, we’ve all ran into this dilemma at one point or another. The right solution for me ended up being copying all of my photos to an external hard drive. The process was surgical: quick, sleek, and fancy.
Why use an external hard drive? Many reasons. Firstly, the process is convenient; Having everything…
By law, I am United Statian. By ancestry, I am Mexican. In recent times, I’ve been more United Statian than Mexican; The last time that I went back to Mexico was in 2010… I think.
No matter how distant Mexico may be in spirit and space, there are some memories that are deeply rooted in my brain. Once a blue moon, however, a new memory will sprout from the deepest reaches of my subconscious.
I was cooking with my dad when I had a moment like this. He was cooking carne asada and I was being inventive with some canned…
April 1, 2019. I woke up at 10:01am, and out of what seemed like a Gen Z reflex, the first thing I did was check my phone. My sister texted me that our grandfather had died.
Just a text. One missed call from my mom. I knew my grandfather was dying, but in that moment it was the last thing I was expecting to see, and especially on my phone screen, of all places.
January 2019. I visited my grandfather to get his blessing before I went back to school: Pomona College in Claremont, CA. He blessed me; I told…
U.S.-Latino; East End Houstonian. I am fascinated by myth, symbol, nature, and truth. Always an oxford comma.