Illegals in Times of Crisis

Am I not supposed to be fucking in times like these? Am I not supposed to find solace in the warmth of other bodies that are also suffering in times like these? Am I not supposed to love in times like these? I won’t stop fucking. I won’t stop finding solace. I won’t...

Jose’s breath always smelled interesting. Think funny-ons with a hint of toothpaste. Although his english and spanish were far more advanced than everyone else Roberto had met at that school, Jose was also in Ms. Jimenez’ 7th grade ESL class. The cute cholos that...

Agustin, Carlos and Sam wear their jeans too tight. They know that eyes follow them as they dangerously walk down Muriel street. Sometimes these are the eyes of men who secretly want to fuck them and other times the eyes of men want to hurt them. But Agustin, Carlos...

And then he saw him on the dance floor. He nervously walked towards him and hello’s were exchanged. He went in for the hug and the familiar scent brought back all the memories. The first time he met him. The friendly flirting in between his psychology class and the...

Rosa stretches her body and puts her hand on the back of her neck. She stares at the painting in front of her and is not fully content. The colors are not matching to the colors in her mind. There’s an urge to grab the canvas and break it in half. But instead, she...

The train heading to downtown Berkeley is crowded. I clutch my Americanah paperback close to my chest as the tired faces of students, immigrant workers and groups of teenagers look for a space of their own inside the already moving train. I start reading and quickly...