Once again, I woke up at the crack of dawn. The side of the Earth on which I reside is rotating hurriedly to face the Sun.

I felt the same urgency as rotating Earth: like a loaded arrow pulled back in its bow, and whose spearhead was on fire, confident…


2021, Houston’s Wettest Summer, when perennial cloud cover hung over the city. Taken above my home on 6 July 2021.

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…


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,


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…


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…


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…


Pink flowers. Taken shortly after my Abuelito’s funeral. Claremont, CA.

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…

Alfredo Eladio Moreno

U.S.-Latino; East End Houstonian. I am fascinated by myth, symbol, nature, and truth. Always an oxford comma.

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