Puerto Rico rises, every day.
I am coming home, Puerto Rico, for the first time. How will I find you? Will you recognize me as one of your own? Am I too late?
Sometimes, in special times and places, art is merely a giant middle finger raised against ugliness.
In ‘Lágrima roja,’ Xánath Caraza attempts to capture the terrible beauty of Mexico with words.
Marijuana smoke is, oftentimes, the sigh of an oppressed person.