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...
Jesus Wept
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
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...




