Mexico

Green Boots

The water falls on her head, on her face, around her ears. She sits on the floor and it falls encasing her in the only shelter she has found in…

Borders

  On the Eve we eat menudo. Onion mimics moon from a small bowl, glinted fractals of itself. Cilantro‚Äôs diced flesh lingers in the air. Bolilllos wait, steam rising. We…

Rooting

  . . . . . . . . . .Chihuahua Desert   Blood slid to soil and our roots splintered wide like needle-edged leaves of agave. We can never…

PAULETTE JONGUITUD - MILDEW

Mildew

Never forgive, I said that morning just as I do every morning, by the window, waiting for dawn. Never forgive. Whom? Constanza? Which one of them? Never forgive her, the…