Colorado State University Center for Literary Publishing


Soy Yo

Jul, 16 2019 | no responses

We spotted our dessert next to the register: el pan covered in cracked pink icing and shaped like la concha; flat pan made of concentric circles and bent to look like una oreja; oven-dark pan shaped like a pig, los marranitos, the favorites of mi mamá.

Controlled Burning

Jul, 16 2019 | no responses

What I call my good intentions get the best of me. / During week two of the semester I have students // place an asterisk each time shame shows up / in the excerpt of a memoir whose author’s take // on affirmative action & bilingualism I take for / internalized whitewashing.

As the Stars Burrow against My Ribs

Jul, 16 2019 | no responses

I elegy. This bright morning unsayable / as the sentence of the woman who died / in daylight as her children climbed her still / body in a hospital bed.

Dream Obituary

Jul, 16 2019 | no responses

My mother came to me last night. // Holding my youngest brother, / the ends of her body had disappeared.

Are You Happy?

Jul, 16 2019 | no responses

Not even a year later, he and Kelvin had moved to San Francisco because he understood by then that he was not cut out to be part of a happy family either. Each month, Kelvin’s parents drove into the city to stay with them, and Phil wondered whether they knew that they were the reason for the move.

Joe and June

Jul, 24 2018 | no responses

She wanted to be someone normal. Watch television until noon on the weekends. Practice soccer in the backyard so she could finally make the B team. Invite a friend over and make a slip and slide with the old tarp in the basement.

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