Crenshaw Diaries

This is a work of fiction. A snippet of a story that’s been bouncing around my brain space for a bit. “The good news is you’re not completely fucking lost, mate.” I slur the words to myself, as I... Read More →

Beauty

I contend I may never be a beautiful writer. The one who has words dancing along the screen. Awe-inspiring,... Read More →

American Hangover

The thought of deporting my father-in-law appeases me. Unfortunately, after he snuck in this country illegally, he went back... Read More →