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The Bicycle
By Marytza Rubio – The bicycle he had in Tijuana caught fire each time he rode down a steep hill. Ramiro had Frankensteined a bike out of discarded car bumpers, abandoned wheels and stiff plastic...
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Evenings at the Argentine Club
By Julia Amante – A tall man in a sophisticated suit probably custom made to fit his great body, had walked in and stood just inside the entrance. He scanned the room as if he were looking for...
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By Jan Peña-Davis – Light bounces from building to doorway to woman, changing each from brown to gold and back to brown as evening prepares to settle in. Juliette-balconied buildings, some with...
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When the poinsettias were white
by Carolina Rivera– When I was in fourth grade, I learned in my social studies class that the Spanish founded El Salvador. Pedro de Alvarado, our teacher said, “was the great conquistador who led the...
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The Wall
By Carolina Rivera– I like the brick wall my dad built. The other walls are made of corrugated metal, like my friend Cande’s house; although mine is shiny and new, while hers is rusty and decaying...
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Lisa’s letter
By Felisha Flores– Paco was rummaging through the old dresser to clean everything out. Lipsticks, clothes, magazines, even an empty can of spray paint were among its contents. Most peculiar was a...
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