It’s October something, the first few days of the month anyway, and it’s raining. I left the window in my room open and when I walked by, having forgotten it was open, I was startled by the sounds. Initially, I thought it was the kids next door. The walls are…

Originally published in MANO. By Sandra Treviño Anti-Colonial Vol. 2 is the latest artistic attestation by the (mostly) Dominican-born, Chicago-based hardcore band, La Armada. The album is unabashed poetic rage, an opus to the freedom found through art, bringing to life shared experiences and the unimaginable moments that lead to…

Diarrhea Of The Soul Digitizing writing from a journal dated 2006–2007. During this journaling period, I was in Chicago. I worked at a record label. I traveled with artists for video shoots and festivals. Things in my life were yin-yang, as always, and I wrote a lot of poetry. Well, I wrote what looks…

Digitizing writing from a journal that begins on January 12, 2003. Oh. My. That is how my larger-than-life eyes, which are growing like drops of essential oil in water, are reacting to pulling out my red journal. The year was 2003. My heart pounds in my chest. Oh, how I…

Digitizing poetry from a journal that begins in March of 1999. The following excerpts are from a journal written in Chicago. At the time, I had not been living here long as I have just returned from my life in Pasadena, Texas. I am back, after an unexpected and much-too-extended…

I wish I was a storyteller like Studs Terkel (and a few others). I’m listening to Terkel’s Chicago snow-in broadcast from 1967. Beyond his magnificent voice, and the way the audio captures all those wonderful and chaotic background sounds, it’s the way he approaches people with simple questions. In this…

The Black Cat It is officially the last day of the year 2021, at exactly 12:50 a.m. I find myself at home, alone, lounging around, getting restless, as if I am supposed to be doing something. But, I am not. I need to relax. I try to watch television, and…