c. stella becerrilDía de Los Muertos: Letting Go to LiveI’m in Chicago again, this time for Día de Los Muertos; my first one without mi papá. I keep thinking about a quote from an essay by Sandra…Nov 2, 2021Nov 2, 2021
c. stella becerrilTomorrow is my Father’s BirthdayI am on a Delta flight bound for Chicago. Headed to the house where I grew up with 2 parents, 2 siblings, and 5 dogs; simple albeit crowded…Sep 21, 2021Sep 21, 2021
c. stella becerrilHaunted Dog-Day AfternoonsThe Romans sacrificed dogs in summer andSep 13, 2020Sep 13, 2020
c. stella becerrilI Was Just Sitting There ThinkingI have inadequate words for amorphous feelings today; all month really. A pronounced (i.e. greater than usual) frustration with the…Aug 26, 2020Aug 26, 2020
c. stella becerrilThat Great Big Hill of HopeI’m sat out on the fire escape drinking my 3rd cup of coffee of the day on an empty stomach, watching a parade of firemen enter my…Aug 13, 2020Aug 13, 2020
c. stella becerrilSilver Splits the Blue“How much for that typewriter?” asks a drunk 19-year old me to the even drunker dude selling random items on the sidewalk at Astor Place.Aug 9, 2020Aug 9, 2020