I’m in this coffee shop I hate. I don’t hate the people, just the décor. White tiled walls, a collection of minimalist furniture–hard angles, rigid edges. I want some color damn it, a foot stool, something soft to melt into as I sip my coffee. Well dressed twenty somethings with more self-groom skills than I’ll […]

Famlia (r) History Abuela told me stories of stories in thick accented English about ancestral oral prophets explaining the one two– step of Aztec blood rumor. Native American familial lines somehow delineated along the Rio Grande’s true, but imaginary boundary. Forced into place by colony, by imperial force, into the maw of history books that […]