PUBLICATIONS & INTERVIEWS
A Ravishing Sun
Short Story
Short Story
Short Story
"Light is what I remember. Joy. Honeysuckle vines wild against fences, dresses with tiny, inlaid pearls, a vineyard, Xavier and I new as baby's skin ..."
"How much?” Hector said.
In the foyer of their apartment, Yvelis hesitated. It was a delicate thing, to ask her husband for money... "
"Alejandro Bravo was twelve when he first saw her from the window of a bus. She was underneath the canopy of laurels on the Paseo del Prado, no cameras or reporters around her, as if she was a normal person like everyone else. ..."
Short Story
Short Story
Flash Fiction
"Light is what I remember. Joy. Honeysuckle vines wild against fences, dresses with tiny, inlaid pearls, a vineyard, Xavier and I new as baby's skin ..."
"Chicago, city of crabgrass and gleaming lakeshore, listen. Yanet was a bride when she first saw you, with a craving for babies like a craving for a smoke... "
"Once—very seriously—Sylvia considered that predictable thing: smashing the windows of his car ..."
Flash Fiction
Flash Fiction
"We taught our horses to be wild, our dogs to shoot guns.* We taught our children to man the cannons, the rabbit to chew through ropes and wires. We taught the sky to do the opposite of what we wanted..."
"See what things have come to? See? Yesterday, I very nearly fell asleep in the grocery line while waiting to buy you a ham..."
"I asked her once the secret to forty years of marriage, and smiling, she told me a most un-Cuban thing: learn to hold your tongue and eat crow..."
"My father was born in Cuba in the 40s, and he was sent away by his parents in 1962, under the auspices of the Peter Pan Project, a joint venture of the CIA and the Catholic Church... "
“Mi Amor, Mi China, Mi Delirio” started off as a series of prose poems I wrote sixteen years ago, after a painful divorce ..."
"Chew on Leslie Blanco’s bite-sized fictions in the December issue of PANK, then come back here and ask yourself if they were really stories at all..."