I want to see your smile and how your hair looks when it’s wet

Mi alma es mi vida meant to nourish kin

You will start to grow a garden of a home

Beyond baseless borders forged by broken treaties

I am 30 years old and under the apocalyptic Texas sun I will turn 31

Silence on the issue at hand is deafening

Sibling's birthday

Aging is illuminating

Fearless, proud, and free

There are those who would rather shoot missiles than sign peace treaties

I want to cycle alone in big circles in empty streets and parking lots

I was isolated before the pandemic