One Fish, Dos Peces, White Fish, Pez Negro Mrs. O’Neal’s first grade class lined up against the brick wall as our names were called for attendance. The sun had not peeked through the monsoon season clouds to dry up the little puddles of water that appear only for a week per year in Arizona. The puddles would soon turn into ice and someone on the teaching staff would slip on one of them and retire to a nice home in Florida. “Sergio…Hernandez?” Mrs. O’Neal called. “Here,” I responded. My hands ...

Welcome Arizonan Exonians! The grand banner embroidered in the familiar red and gold of the Phillips Exeter Academy greeted guests at the entrance of the Clairemonte hotel. The tables formed a perfect pattern around the figure of a Mexican woman holding a jug spouting water. White table clothes covered the wooden tables decorated with small white candles. Fake smiles and fake handshakes waltzed around the room. Ancient white men and their stiff wives revolved around the lobby and greeted one...

The sun rises. The life begins. Heikki held in his hands his head. Flying forcefully, not forwards but backwards. Beating bravely, his heart harbored thoughts. Eventually, evacuating every single one. His life, not lavish nor lament-filled, but grace-given, gorgeous, guiltless. Full of fierce fires formed by light spectrums. Simply ceases and flashes on his final forlorn moment. Memories merge, muddled images become beautiful. Building boldly inside. Instances indicating his Happiest highs fi...