I used to stand there, for hours, and one day I grew roots. They were there. No one else could see them.

Puerto del Sol stands in support of Black Lives Matter.

"Amada's Place, Carmelo" by John Brandi (Puerto del Sol 1976)

You realize that all of their stories are gone, and that one day that’ll be you, your brother, sister, and so on, dead with stories.

The Pope had written the words: "Clear enough behind soft white smiles: the tongue. And beyond that: the breath. And beyond that? Nothing."

A scorpion stung my foot in the shower. Again. But this time I became so sick I had to stay in bed for three days.

Sometimes at night, wild zombies roam.

The habits of the Buck-Fifty Boyfriend might best be described as unpredictable, though they may also be considered odd.

There’s just no pleasing your mother.

The newspapers will ask has anyone seen your baby, the newspapers will shed crocodile tears for your young life.