Clearing the Path for Adult Students
Clearing the Path for Adult Students
By Dana Castillo –Today’s headlines about college students tend to focus on insurmountable debt and the rising cost of college. And those are important issues to address, but all too often, the higher education conversation forgets nontraditional students with college...
Don’t Say Anything
Don’t Say Anything
By Monique Simpson — When the time was right, she sat alone in the courtyard of the main house. The stoned fountain, with angels atop, flowed with sweet cascades, and the birds sang even sweeter songs of spring’s start. In the fresh breezes, the white petals of the potted...
Lisa’s letter
Lisa’s letter
By Felisha Flores– Paco was rummaging through the old dresser to clean everything out.  Lipsticks, clothes, magazines, even an empty can of spray paint were among its contents.  Most peculiar was a folded piece of paper that fell out from in between the pages of one of his...
The Wall
The Wall
By Carolina Rivera– I like the brick wall my dad built. The other walls are made of corrugated metal, like my friend Cande’s house; although mine is shiny and new, while hers is rusty and decaying with holes. My little brother yells to Cande from the street, “ your...
When the poinsettias were white
When the poinsettias were white
by Carolina Rivera– When I was in fourth grade, I learned in my social studies class that the Spanish founded El Salvador. Pedro de Alvarado, our teacher said, “was the great conquistador who led the Spanish to civilize the Indians of Cuzcatlán.” The phrase “the Spanish...
Jesus Wept
Jesus Wept
By Jan Peña-Davis — Light bounces from building to doorway to woman, changing each from brown to gold and back to brown as evening prepares to settle in. Juliette-balconied buildings, some with shuttered windows to close out the heat, snuggle closely to its neighbor, allowing...
Evenings at the Argentine Club
Evenings at the Argentine Club
By Julia Amante — A tall man in a sophisticated suit probably custom made to fit his great body, had walked in and stood just inside the entrance.  He scanned the room as if he were looking for someone.  Then Nelly Apolonia  ran out of the large hall and to the kitchen and...
The Bicycle
The Bicycle
By Marytza Rubio — The bicycle he had in Tijuana caught fire each time he rode down a steep hill. Ramiro had Frankensteined a bike out of discarded car bumpers, abandoned wheels and stiff plastic tubing. No metal bolts found dumpster diving through America’s waste, but he...