The Vignette

The guy behind me at Starbucks is on the phone. He is young, handsome; 15 years my junior.

The boy sat on a bench, his head in his hands. He had there for a long time, really, an eternity for a boy his age. He looked at the…

He was jittery, making a sales pitch. I had heard most of it, and was not convinced. The investor, on the other side of him, did not look…

I spoke to you because, well, because I thought you were beautiful. There, I said it. I wanted to be the person you wanted, the person you…

You were always moving. I’d find you in the hallways and laugh about you not being able to stay in class. I’d see you coming out of the…

I was recently asked about happiness. I paused. It’s such a simple question, but it is complicated all at the same time. “What is happiness…

The sun rises through a patchy sky, turning a black and gray canvas into a kaleidoscope of pulsating pastels and primary colors. It is the…

She walks into Starbucks; mask on, sweats, and tanktop. She is on the phone, and her conversation floats above the din of the espresso bar…

Her name is Inocencia, innocence in Spanish, and everyone calls her Ino. It’s ironic, really. Her life has been filled with evil so…

The road meshes forward in an ever-expansive motif of black, white, and yellow. The clouds over-head hang droopily like sad children with…

Between Places

My friends and I sat down in C Cafeteria as we teased Malaky about his new haircut. It started as a rumble of noise from the line and then…

A Teen, A Classroom, and Vapor

High school students, as a group, are a good indicator of financial bubbles. As I sit in class or walk the hallways, I like to listen to…

I withdrew my candidacy for the Consular Fellows position at the state department. It was hard—I really wanted to do this, but I’m done…

Thirty-two. 11,680 days plus 8. There have been 8 leap years since 1985, so there have been 11,688 days since I was born. Or, really, I…

I’ve been thinking about you, Javier. Where are you? Eternal tormentor? I hate that name — it’s simply beyond me.

Zoo Miami

25.5906° N, 80.0967° W

A Cadmium Command Story

She gazed through the window as the rain fell sloppily on the marsh. The cold crept up her arms and legs. She hugged herself to keep warm…

I’ll start with my caveat, if Cuba is ever to modernize, it needs American tourism.

Medium as a Venue for Long-Form Storytelling