The Bronze Bench

The bronze bench, guarded by an aluminum fence, stood underneath a cedar tree whose arms stretched towards the bright sky like Moses. Little Felipe humored himself and imagined the tree telling each observer, “What you looking at fool?”

When Felipe asked his father about the bench, he heard the same spiel: “It’s a symbol of our people. We worked really hard for this.” Continue reading

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there goes the pig running loose

our abuelos had a pig named chacho. he was a fat ass pig, a big one. i was around ten, i believe. no matter what they did to prevent chacho from escaping, the fat ass found a way to get out, and he would run loose around the block. neighbors came knocking, letting the family know that chacho was at it again. Continue reading