By Jessica Enriquez There’s something nostalgic about braids, braids on small girls’ heads look like brown wheat heads under the dying august sunlight when we pretended to catch fireflies in plastic cups and we heard the bells of a paletero […]
By Jessica Enriquez I’m afraid of You You, and the man who lingers in the highway the hands that reach to tear, scrape skin and flesh with nails like claws not buds sprouting from the grass barely wet in morning […]
By Jessica Enriquez This poem was written in the style of Jericho Brown’s Duplex. The men in my country have been taught to believe Women are property. A plot of land made for a marketable production Although the plowing […]
By Jessica Enriquez Oh, my beautiful women of golden blood and earthy face, your bones have heard the violence of the strange man you have thrown your arms unto clear air vacant and muted a wasteland of dead […]
By Carlota Vasquez “I often find that, for those of us who submerge ourselves in literature on a daily basis — whether that be by reading it, writing it or both — the images and stories swirling in our head […]
