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Poetry

My Perfect Disease

You are my HIV, my perfect disease.

My eventual downfall, the perpetual hum that slowly diffuses sweet poison into every scene we star in.

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A lively rant…or Why dying makes me pissed at the Living

Being Latino, you can’t talk about ‘it’ unless you first cushion your sentence with a couple of “God Bless Us” and “Que Dios nos Ampare,” followed by twisting the sentence into a life lesson of sorts.

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Poetry

Mujer Misteriosa

Me has seducido

con Tus palabras salvajes
Y encendiste mi alma

con una locura insaciable.

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For the Soul Poetry

Untouched

The will to endure will triumph
over the will to conflict.

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For the Soul Poetry

Requiem of Desire

If you need propane, to light the fire,

conserve the desire, express without tire,

embrace the ire, but honor the supplier,

and feed when desired.

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For the Heart Short Stories

The Story of Jack von Der Ben

He wasn’t dressed like a disheveled, broken man.

His clothes spoke out “I’m a respected man with a streak of misfortune, but I’ll get back on my feet.”

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Poetry

Cien

Esencia desnuda
Que derrite mis prejuicios
Y abandona sus deseos entre las huellas
Que dejaste cuando te fuiste.

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On Love and Infidelity: Lessons from my great grandfather

For a man who is 86 years old, he sounded well. Though I know his body was not, his mind was still very much in tact. He had given me his usual ‘How many girlfriends do you have now?’ opener, his way of asking if I’m in a committed relationship.

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For the Heart

….who help themselves

My first exposure to self-help took place several years while I was enthralled in a pyramid-schemed business venture. I was still fresh meat in college and was dealing with the same concerns many college students struggle with throughout their time: how to pay for college, searching for a career that meant more than a paycheck, finding […]

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Short Stories

Stories in Dreams

Dreams. (I don’t mean the kind you think of when you’re awake) I’m talking about those strange moments between consciousness and unconsciousness. Freud said it was the door to our mind, unleashing our innermost secrets long hidden behind our defense mechanisms and instinct to survive. But are they really more than just our brains’ s way […]