Mila RojasTales of a Displaced Youth: Mila IIAlmost a year later… an update from homeNov 5, 2021Nov 5, 2021
Mila Rojasina Few WordsHere We Go AgainThere’s a certain quality to the pain of shattered dreams.May 7, 2021May 7, 2021
Mila Rojasina Few WordsMissing the Little ThingsThere’s a phrase I always say to my friends whenever there’s a breakup or ghosting. “When they give you bread every day and it suddenly…Mar 5, 2021Mar 5, 2021
Mila Rojasina Few WordsThou Shall Not SpeakSometimes I wish I could quiet my brain as easily as I can silence my mouth.Sep 27, 2020Sep 27, 2020
Mila Rojasina Few WordsElements of LoveOn rare but painful days, love can feel like an expanding force, threatening to crack my ribs as it tries to grow, taking as much space as…May 30, 2020May 30, 2020
Mila RojasTales of a Displaced Youth: MalúMalú had been working as an engineer in Venezuela for about a year. She was comfortable where she worked, with other female engineers as…Apr 12, 2020Apr 12, 2020
Mila Rojasina Few WordsOh, the Body Struggle the Coronavirus Has BroughtOh, I thought I had it.Apr 11, 2020Apr 11, 2020
Mila RojasTales of a Displaced Youth: NelsonNelson had been living his entire life in Maracaibo, Venezuela. He had developed an amazing group of friends since high school…Mar 29, 2020Mar 29, 2020
Mila Rojasina Few WordsThese Missing WingsIf I could reach through the screen and somehow reach you after turning myself into a million bytes, I would do so. Only if this would…Mar 25, 20201Mar 25, 20201
