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Puerto del Sol

Weirding it up since 1964.

Puerto del Sol is funded by New Mexico State University and the Mercedes Delos Jacobs Fund, and designed and operated by the students of the MFA in Creative Writing program.

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December 27, 2019

Your options are limited. Relent, as you always do, and determine to renew your efforts to save the petty cash you get from household chores and reading the Bible (you get a quarter for every page) so that you can buy a car when you are sixteen. When you are driving, t...

December 24, 2019

People will see your face and think they know you from somewhere, didn’t she used to be somebody, will have forgotten how they knew you before, how they wept before, for your tragedy. What a dangerous world, they’ll say.

November 6, 2019

Puerto del Sol interview with Carmen Maria Machado's In the Dream House tackles trauma, haunted houses, and abuse in queer relationships.

November 1, 2019

At noon, the women move into the house. It is one story, wooden, abandoned. There are shotgun shells rusting under the deck. Plates have been broken. At the property line: scrub weed overgrowth, a paddock rotting at the joints, earth torn to red and filled with rain in...

October 4, 2019

I’d never watched a pregnancy progress so closely before, but I knew Lilly’s was anything but ordinary. She didn’t even smile like a properly pregnant woman—her dry lips spreading wide, almost as menacing as the crack in the tile leading the cave beneath our house. Her...

September 6, 2019

Do you imagine that floors are flat? They are not. As with many things, this cannot be perceived from afar. Most see the ground as though from the window of an airplane. They miss the details. But if you press your cheek to the kitchen floor, and keep it there long eno...

August 9, 2019

The first time I hear from Other Susan is on a Saturday morning, in the form of a long and overly apologetic email. She says she’s been in town for three days, and is writing from a computer in the public library. She wanted to approach me in person, but didn’t think i...

July 12, 2019

It began, possibly, when a tiny cry—mom, say—arrived from some net-nowhere on some anonymous Eve’s Facebook page, and then multiplied so rapidly as to be lost, secreted behind the veil of a precipitous inflation.

It began—this much is certain—with the childless, and mor...

June 14, 2019

Validation, if you know her, is a friend. She moves around online but they can’t keep her there. She picks me up at school. She shows me recipes, sales, and people. We travel. The world, she says, is an image and this image, she says, is for you and me. If you know her...

May 17, 2019

One Saturday I am exiting the restroom in the basement of a large arts institution. As I move toward the steps I see a friend’s ex-husband waiting for the elevator. Theirs was a difficult separation—but I have not heard of an easy one, or, I have not heard of one that...

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