Behind the mask, another mask. -Thou Ghosts have no memory, but I do. -Janice Lee On a drizzly Friday evening I decide to ride my bike to the…
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Erick Sáenz
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New Fiction: “Idiomas”
by Erick Sáenz December 13, 2017* An early memory: one hand clasps a bowl of soup. The other extends, fingers out. Cuchara off my lips seamlessly. Jack and Jill Preschool. 1983. * I try researching…
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New Fiction by Erick Sáenz: “Fatherland”
by Erick Sáenz November 8, 2017* 3 day-haze in the back of an ’89 Chevy Suburban. Nestled between luggage: Gameboy on my lap, road unfolding around me. * Monterrey was his home, seemed at ease…
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Christ the King Roman Catholic Church
by Erick Sáenz December 28, 2016[stand] Towering right off Melrose, the thick of Mexican immigrants. A few blocks away – güeros: espresso shots, vintage clothes. The hollywood dream. * Remember the pews;…
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Variations on a Theme: Pancake Island
by Erick Sáenz December 5, 2016* Thursday nights we’d all gather in front of the campus market; beers overstuffed in bags. Most nights there were more at the beginning than the end, riders electing to…