JoseHdz

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StoryHospice JoseHdz913 years 3 weeks ago
StoryRiver Swimming jem713 years 3 weeks ago
StoryA christmas carol, kind of. maggyvaneijk2913 years 1 month ago
StoryViolet Dreams JoseHdz713 years 2 months ago
StoryAn invalid diet for season's change lenchenelf2313 years 2 months ago
StoryOf All Things JoseHdz1013 years 3 months ago
StoryPHANTOM LIMBS moonphish713 years 3 months ago
StoryLonely Planet Silver Spun Sand2813 years 3 months ago
StoryNopales for Breakfast JoseHdz2613 years 3 months ago
StoryZapatista Blues JoseHdz513 years 4 months ago
StoryThe Temple of the Feathered Serpent JoseHdz513 years 4 months ago
StoryTrebetherick kate emily813 years 4 months ago
StoryMea Culpa Silver Spun Sand3013 years 4 months ago
Storythe silent corn seed JoseHdz313 years 9 months ago
StoryThe Border Within JoseHdz913 years 9 months ago
StoryWe Call It Work JoseHdz1713 years 9 months ago
StoryMy Paper Soul JoseHdz1113 years 9 months ago
StoryThe Sixth Sun Has Arrived JoseHdz613 years 9 months ago
StoryEl llano y sus flores JoseHdz513 years 9 months ago
StoryICU maisie613 years 9 months ago
StoryWhat I wanted to shout while the steps were moving span913 years 11 months ago
StoryMy Life As A Sari ( poem published in 'indigo Journal') Frances Macaula...413 years 11 months ago
StoryThis Serpent Tongue Cannot Be Colonized JoseHdz2314 years 4 months ago
StoryOn Avoiding Taxidermy Sikander814 years 5 months ago
StoryCE N'EST PAS UNE SORTIE: delapruch214 years 5 months ago

My stories

Cherry

Adieu

The subway train is naked winter rain upon the city lights of blue and grey.
Cherry

autumn window

The café is spinning jazz— smoke rises to the ceiling and crashes with the abstract pattern in my mind: quiet wind, autumn moon.
Cherry

El llano y sus flores

the eagle warrior darts across the orange sky and guides our step along the desert plain we will not be intimidated by xenophobic aridity
Cherry

And so I bleed

I never learned Much At UC Berkeley— No offense To UC Berkeley— It is just that William Shakespeare & Ernest Hemingway Never did Anything For me.
Cherry

The Temple of the Feathered Serpent

—There are flowers That fall In the place Of light There are gardens That glow On the clouds Of night—

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