Someone asked me if I joined in the Hispanic-American Immigration walk-outs/marches of the past few weeks, being that I'm Mexican and darkly so. Did I feel any obligation to attend? Nope, not at all, I'm no copper ingot. I was there at the very first rally downtown, not totally, I was merely there. I woke up that morning in a mood to go swimming, ( Read more... )

In the distance, you loomed immensely, in constant hypnotic sway, sparkling blue with deep dark spots for eyes, and your horizons were endlessly wrapped in the faraway fogs of soaring dragons and arcane lighthouses. Though old as you were (but fresh as you looked), the children knew you, and they'd scurry back and forth along your shores, giggling ( Read more... )