“Forsooth, ese! Forsooth!” Ruben, a tall, brown-haired, and good-looking guy, was yelling from the alley to his best friend, Dopey, who was shorter, stockier, but just as handsome. “Ruben, homie, what the fuck you talking ‘bout?” “The Grail, ese. The…
Every morning around 7:30 a.m the neighborhood would be woken by the dirge-like keening of Heliodora the Tamalera aka Doña Heli (pronounced Elly). The drawn out and familiar sentences of “Tamales! Tammmmmmmmmmaaaaaaaaaaaaales! Taaaammmaalllllles! Tamales de puerco, pollo, queso, dulce y…
A mini story It was weeks after the alien attack before someone even thought about Little Dopey’s car and when it was remembered, of course it was Oso who brought it up. That vato was always sliding in here and…
Day… I don’t know what day it is, so I ain’t saying the days. Just marking how many I think I’ve been here. I’m going to keep a journal like something outta that Star Trek shit with the vatos in…
Content Warning — Lorca Green Lorca Green is a work of literary fiction that explores mature and disturbing themes, including violence against women, murder, and death. Some scenes may be distressing to readers. Reader discretion is advised. In the 1970’s, we…
It was a night like any other in Lincoln Park. The sounds of the drums, pounding feet and chachayotes filled the small gym, but soon the tired Aztec dancers streamed out, got into their cars and left. The park was…