Brothers In Distress

The explosion was imminent. We didn’t know who or what would set it off. The decision was mutual and final. Everybody would later say absurd too. I expected to be painless. I hated pain. Physical or mental. We’re three brothers separated by six years each. We were all born in September. My brother Ralph was thirty, I was twenty-four and my little brother Anthony was eighteen. Our house was a gathering place for all kids from the neighborhood. I don’t remember having had any serious fights with my brothers. We were always very close to each other. My dad had … Continue reading Brothers In Distress

Global Suicide

—I was a little pessimistic when I wrote this little thing in 2017. Is there a reason to be optimistic now?— God has left the building and the planet too. Hurricanes dance in the ocean. Hurricanes cohabit with earthquakes. The heat is hotter. Walls built with tiny hands will stop refugees but not bombs. Children expelled from paradise. Limbo kids between heaven and hell. But which is which? The ax forgets, the tree remembers. The forest never wins. Mother nature is dead. Without a nation or destination, refugees flee in mass and cry in pain. Destitute and diluted in the … Continue reading Global Suicide

Method Actor

“To turn a failure into a hit, it’s never easy”       We started shooting on Halloween Day. It was his first movie. The title was a little bit grandiose: “Apocalyptic Moons”. The film was supposed to be one-location-two actors-no budget kind of deal, nevertheless, the aspirations were high.    The main actor was a little precocious, even for a three-year-old kid. He required naps in between takes. He also demanded milk and cookies during breaks. His real name was Lucius Night, which was perfect for the role. There was no need to change it. The post-apocalyptical barren land … Continue reading Method Actor

Healing Sessions

Pedro was thirteen years old, Luisa was twelve, and summer vacations had just started. No more school or homework for two months, it had always been their favorite time of the year. But that year was different. For Pedro was just lovely. But it was miserable for Luisa. When her mother took her to the clinic, she couldn’t quite understand what the doctor said, but it sounded seriously grave. Something to do with her heart, on top of that, her liver was not functioning properly. She was bedridden; she needed help to take baths and to do other things in … Continue reading Healing Sessions

Se Rentan Nubes

El paisaje no podía ser más horrendo y devastador. La tierra se veía triste y gris y su aridez era muy profunda.  Así era la tierra de mi padre en esos tiempos. Seguía siendo tierra fértil, sólo que esa fertilidad necesitaba agua, agua que venía escaseando desde que yo nací. Hacía once años que no llovía. La tristeza era visible en el rostro de mi padre y se comenzaba a parecer a su propia tierra pues ya se le notaban surcos áridos en la frente y alrededor de sus ojos.  Cualquier desierto podría tener más vida. De seguro había desiertos … Continue reading Se Rentan Nubes

Miles Away

Miles was twelve when I met him. He was slightly autistic. It was hard to pinpoint his abnormalities. It seemed like his mind worked faster than he could express his thoughts. His left eye blinked rapidly when he struggled to express his thoughts. He was impatient and ignored people who disregarded him as a slow kid. My first impression was that he appeared to be an average kid. How wrong I was. He had been home-schooled. They said there was too much trouble at the public school, and that he had suffered at the hands of bullies for a long … Continue reading Miles Away