Sublime

que la abuela es la que lleva la casa mientras la madre trabaja.»

There is a basin in the mind where words float around on thought and thought on sound and sight.

implacable,

She knew something of his life, having worked with him, and recognized him as one of her own kind: an eternal beginner, starting over and over in a new place in new circumstances, with new languages, new people, a new commission. They had this in common: the continual rushed confrontation with change, the feeling of being hothoused, forced to bloom

disrupts categorical and ethnocentric forms of nationalism.

deluge.

I don’t write from any single disciplinary position.