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Family / Identity
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The Great Fires
by Perla Flores
"my father had those wild eyes again,
and staring at my mother wickedly threw proof
of our existence into the fire and said "here is your green card"
incinerating it, as if incinerating our lives and our hope
but he didn’t realize that hope can cling onto my mother and I,
like Mary and her child, we kept it,
and when the fire was put out, he lost it all"
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"my father had those wild eyes again,
and staring at my mother wickedly threw proof
of our existence into the fire and said "here is your green card"
incinerating it, as if incinerating our lives and our hope
but he didn’t realize that hope can cling onto my mother and I,
like Mary and her child, we kept it,
and when the fire was put out, he lost it all"
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Segundos
by Irving Pineda
"Rape
is the first image that comes to my mother's mind as she sees the men from the University-sponsored Police group mount the bus. Civil unrest among Mexico’s youth had been met with uncivilized violence against said youth, as students everywhere continued to demand an end to corruption within higher education. They have their eyes locked on her now and their weapons on hand."
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"Rape
is the first image that comes to my mother's mind as she sees the men from the University-sponsored Police group mount the bus. Civil unrest among Mexico’s youth had been met with uncivilized violence against said youth, as students everywhere continued to demand an end to corruption within higher education. They have their eyes locked on her now and their weapons on hand."
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Story About my Parents
by Mario Lio
"My parents seemed like they were pretending to get along. They even called each other nice things. They have never spent more than a couple of hours together without getting mad at each other. And now they seemed like two high school sweethearts. I wanted this trip to last forever. If getting a visa was all it took to solve my parent’s problems, I wanted to get a visa every single day for all the countries of the world. "
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"My parents seemed like they were pretending to get along. They even called each other nice things. They have never spent more than a couple of hours together without getting mad at each other. And now they seemed like two high school sweethearts. I wanted this trip to last forever. If getting a visa was all it took to solve my parent’s problems, I wanted to get a visa every single day for all the countries of the world. "
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Direction Matters?
by Edanet Rodriguez
"East Palo Alto: the “ghetto” place filled with people with no dreams or aspirations.
The place where violence is in every corner and where gangs are at the top of the hierarchy.
Palo Alto: the rich, white people place. The place where people become millionaires. Birthplace of success. Clean streets and no violence that I have heard of. Great schools with top level education. Basically paradise."
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"East Palo Alto: the “ghetto” place filled with people with no dreams or aspirations.
The place where violence is in every corner and where gangs are at the top of the hierarchy.
Palo Alto: the rich, white people place. The place where people become millionaires. Birthplace of success. Clean streets and no violence that I have heard of. Great schools with top level education. Basically paradise."
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Untitled
by Jose Mora
"I’m pretty sure I lost my accent in the second grade, when Eric laughed so hard at the fact that, no I did not when jello, instead I was trying to say the color yellow.
My gringo accent is so thick, I can choke on my own words.
Kind of like saying supercalifragilisticexpialidocious, three times and three times as fast. "
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"I’m pretty sure I lost my accent in the second grade, when Eric laughed so hard at the fact that, no I did not when jello, instead I was trying to say the color yellow.
My gringo accent is so thick, I can choke on my own words.
Kind of like saying supercalifragilisticexpialidocious, three times and three times as fast. "
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Living the Trailer Lifestyle
by Gabriela Monico
"When I was in high school, I would go outside the trailer after 9pm, which was bedtime for my parents, to finish my homework with a tiny flashlight in the freezing winter cold. I was determined to finish those damned physics problems. One time my dad was mad at me for staying up so late that he locked me out of the trailer. An hour later he walked out and without saying anything, he pushed me against the wall and tried to choke me."
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"When I was in high school, I would go outside the trailer after 9pm, which was bedtime for my parents, to finish my homework with a tiny flashlight in the freezing winter cold. I was determined to finish those damned physics problems. One time my dad was mad at me for staying up so late that he locked me out of the trailer. An hour later he walked out and without saying anything, he pushed me against the wall and tried to choke me."
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Name
by Jirayut Latthi
"JIR-A-YUT. With each syllable, I remember why I must step forward. More than just a remnant of my past, I cling to my name through the most desperate of times. I see the goals I have yet to reach—they are in sight."
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"JIR-A-YUT. With each syllable, I remember why I must step forward. More than just a remnant of my past, I cling to my name through the most desperate of times. I see the goals I have yet to reach—they are in sight."
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My Name is Ana
by Ana Cancino
"My paternal family branch has made it a point to recycle the exact same first names over the course of three generations. My grandmother had thirteen children and they are all a combination of Evos and Evas, Emilios and Emilias, Antonios and Antonias. Victors and Victorias.
My name is different: Ana Belém."
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"My paternal family branch has made it a point to recycle the exact same first names over the course of three generations. My grandmother had thirteen children and they are all a combination of Evos and Evas, Emilios and Emilias, Antonios and Antonias. Victors and Victorias.
My name is different: Ana Belém."
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