"You have retreated from life," Abuelita says between lines of stitches fired with machine-gun ... CONTINUED

morning fog hangs low over the trail as i run, the faint yet familiar path leading me ... CONTINUED

the sun dips below faraway hills while scattered clouds flame into lavenders, pinks and grays. a ... CONTINUED

rumi might say that love is just the other side of a stone wall your mind has built where ... CONTINUED

i don’t really know the blood which flows in his veins (though we happen to share the same last ... CONTINUED

on the ghost-white page we connect in a space far outside of time. and through these scribbled ... CONTINUED