Damaged Goods
I am damaged goods. I am forever broken. I am beyond repair. That is my excuse. I have not known innocence. My parents were self-absorbed. They were strangers, they ignored me. I grew up alone, a defiant adolescent. Rejection, neglect, and disdain were normal. I sought comfort from strangers, substances, Read more
11 Things You Should Never Say to a Latina
I dated a guy who told me on our first date “I know you’re not into me because of the green card” of course, not pendejo, I’m a U.S. citizen.
She Hated Me, Right From the Start
She was my first friend away from home. Easy to laugh with, ready for mischief. She used her car and my naive courage, to enter all the places that would have denied her on merit alone. She invited me to her hometown. She introduced me to her boyfriend. They introduced Read more
The Descent
Mistress Desire Beyond simple truth. Beyond the reaches of words and description. Lust and danger at the hand of this Tall Dark Stranger. His drug worked quick. Sex kisses He stamped his impression hard. A strong tongue he kissed with purpose. Her heart skipped beats racing to catch up to Read more
Falling in Love in Mexico
“You’re pretty low maintenance, as women go.” “I am, am I?” She sounded amused. “Yeah. Like a cactus.” ― Roxanne Snopek I did not want to go on the trip. My beloved father had just died and my grieving encompassed all of my spare time. I cried often and could Read more
The Red-Dyed Shirt
She dresses tonight in a red-dyed shirt. Gauzy fabric brushes her shoulders Cool, sexy, and perfect for a summer party. She recalls when it was white: Dancing, moonlight, kissing, wine. “He’s so nice,” they said. But the Sangria stains on her white shirt said something else. Meanwhile she said nothing. Read more