Issue 23 / Fall 2020 Two months after your suicide, I’m parked outside your university’s athletics facilities. It’s 6am. Queen’s “We are the Champions” blares from the car radio. You’re probably wondering why I’m listening to your favorite band when I never cared for...
Issue 23 / Fall 2020 Raymond Arvizu finally summoned the nerve to check on José, who hadn’t turned up at the Good Luck Café two days in a row. Raymond’s hand shook as he inserted the spare key. A smell—he nearly collapsed. He filled his old lungs, closed his eyes,...
Issue 22 / Summer 2020 Why Do You Feel Always Sad? You’re depressed Of course, you know objectively this is probably why you feel Always Sad, but it doesn’t seem like quite the right reason anymore. You know for sure that this is why you are extra tired. And...
Issue 22 / Summer 2020 We were all farm animals to Alfonso: waiters were burros; waitresses were burras; prep cooks, dish washers, and bus boys were bueys. Instead of the colloquial, “Que onda, wey?” Alfonso would say, “Que onda, buey?” When I...
Issue 22 / Summer 2020 1. She thought about him at the oddest times; the thoughts vaguely embarrassing, as if revealing her to be a fraud —something other than a good wife and mother. She considered herself a practical woman, and by her sober estimation the memories...
