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Isabel Alvear

When I was attending university in the mid 90’s, I was introduced to rock ‘n roll, weed, and Buddhism, somewhat simultaneously. A Mexican...

Frightened from Halloween Weeping, I stood in between My parents glancing at things My brother win at The Rings An original Carnival game...

Like a dead body anchored In the bottom of my belly Is where all the trauma of My Life Sits. It moves, bobbing silently Pulsating...

My dad was a study in anger. His mood could manipulate the people around him. That’s the power of charisma for good or evil. When at his...

This month, I am pleased to feature my cousin and guest poet Lupita-Eyde Tucker. Lupita Eyde-Tucker writes and translates poetry in...

A Short Story I’m at a point where I’m getting closer to understanding why it’s hard to replicate my abuelita’s spinach and potato soup....