Amado Balderas
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“Whatever Happened to the Coffee Love Guy?”
by Guillermo Corona Faces in the crowd cast in shadow. Lone light shining upon an open mic. Nerves gathered, sweat glistening on anxious brow– we come together not to bury, but to praise this noble art. Tea-stained pages, rimmed with coffee mark the passage of time from home cook meals to library meeting rooms to Continue reading
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“The bandwidth is throttled”
I should be doing something. I have the whole day off and all I’ve managed is to go back to sleep after dropping Shaun off at school. I’ve also watched several minutes of Tik Tok videos. I blasted through two hours of watching YouTube. On my bed, lies my journal, my Dungeon Master’s Guide, and Continue reading
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Year Twelve
“It’s perfectly natural for butterflies,” I type. I pause for a moment, counting the years on imaginary fingers. “Twelve years into this game and it still takes a lot out of me,” my fingers click-clack on the keyboard, pausing for just a glitch of a second to take in the fact that, twelve years ago, Continue reading
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“Welcome to the New Age”
According to Amado, I’m sharing more intimate details—more corazón—at the readings. Thursday, I read Eulogy of the Living (a sewn together piece I shared a few months ago) and a post from the blog. “My writing’s always been personal,” I defended myself, not knowing why. “Yeah, but…” And I knew what he meant. Give a Continue reading
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And All That Could Have Been Pt. 2 The Electric Boogaloo.
I slaved away at an introduction for last night’s reading. Set to introduce Amado Balderas, a friend of mine, as the night’s MC (and every night’s MC), I didn’t want to screw it up. I didn’t, but I went off script. What I said and what I wrote were the same, though greatly edited. This Continue reading
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Important, Life-Changing Events First
“Why do you say such a sad, depressing thing?” she asks. The words fall from my lips because if I say them aloud, I somehow validate my fears. Sad, depressing things, however, have been my life’s bread and butter. I didn’t get this far being cheerful and optimistic. Lately, though, I don’t know. A new Continue reading
Chapin City Blues 