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LOC: Calexico, CA
GEN: Male
LAST LOGIN: July 27
LOC: Calexico, CA
GEN: Male
LAST LOGIN: July 27
I’m an ex-reporter with delusions of being a decent ficiton writer. Unfortunately, I haven’t written much fiction and my work shows it.
I’m from the México-U.S. border and a native Spanish speaker, so most things I write are done in Spanish and translated to and rewritten in English to show to non-Spanish speakers. Consequently, a lot of Spanish words and phrases are kept for the English version. This is mostly done to add flavor to the story or when the word is part of the vernacular endemic to a certain region of the Spanish speaking world, the U.S. included, and a literal translation would not suffice or remove verisimilitude.
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Write what they do: live hard.
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Left lonely leasing life to lies.
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Los Cortesanos de Afrodita Nomás de verte, ya estoy llorando porque Dios sabe, al estar mirando, que ando sangrando igual que tú. TOMÁS MÉNDEZ, Gorrioncillo Pecho Amarillo. In the immeasurable moment before waking, Fermín felt his bare shoulder grind gently into the soil as he turned to his side. He blinked his eyes clear and focusing his gaze saw her red-lipstick name and number written two feet away on the white-tiled pedestal. The space in the furrow between him and the pedestal still had ...
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The last time I saw Alfonso he was on the ground saying “Florentina” over and over again. He said it each time like a funeral whisper. He said it like Orson Welles said rosebud. Whoever Florentina was, I like to think he said her name over and over ‘cause each time he said it he remembered her a little more –her smile, her teardrop-shaped breasts, her tamarind skin, her pomegranate lips, her night-dark eyes– until he remembered her like she looks in the picture in his wallet. It was obvious ...
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Of Nostalgia and the Tossing Off of Mortality Father Cándido’s last sermon at the Cathedral of Guadalupe in Mexicali before his excommunication: Among those that breached the horizon with stone tetrahedrons there were people that circumvented God’s decree. Through prickly-pear-scent deities of their imagining they spoke to those felled by God and learned the mysteries of paradise and eternal contemplation. The dead spoke of descending into pungent olive oil dreams and emerging distorted in cl...
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I like the use of "monster." It gave me pause without being too distracting and is the part I'm still mulling over. Monster could be as easy as the devil, or it could be any demon the reader has. "Taking tomorrow you never wanted," was a good line, too. I'd say "the tomorrow" for clarity, though. "Melting the wires," gave me pause, too. But I'm not sure what to make it of, frankly. Wires on a bomb? a computer? wires as symbolism for something else. I'll make something of it, though. I like th...
I dig this. The first line can be read as him being a cunt or him passing the woman like he would a cunt. The second line is empowering and often times very true. The last line bring the point home: fuck the double standard. It's a bit long, though. I like my quotes either short and sweet or long descriptios, and this one falls somewher in the middle.
I think it's a decent piece of satire; it put a smile on my face. I'm not entirely familiar with the news story you're lampooning, but it's easy to jump aboard. I would classify this as humor/satire and not journalism, though. This isn't an attempt to put the piece down, but any piece of journalism has at its core an attempt to uncover and disseminate the truth. Yes, your piece is a little informative, but that's not the point of the piece. It would be like calling the Daily Show journalism. ...
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