Author Archives: Jorge Mejia Hernandez
all things detailed
still, silent the train window frames an endless sequence of woods and slopes that would seem desolate were it not for the neatness and care that can be seen in all things detailed by rough yet tender hands root-like doorknobs
all things detailed
still, silent the train window frames an endless sequence of woods and slopes that would seem desolate were it not for the neatness and care that can be seen in all things detailed by rough yet tender hands root-like doorknobs
thieves
this is our stretch gingerly chosen it works for each all and what we do Gancho’s kids run the margin ‘tween walkway and bus lane snatch a purse phone necklace dash snake get lost in traffic turn their shirts around
thieves
this is our stretch gingerly chosen it works for each all and what we do Gancho’s kids run the margin ‘tween walkway and bus lane snatch a purse phone necklace dash snake get lost in traffic turn their shirts around
how to capture
how to shape boiling rice vapor petrichor freshly cut grass flow like salt from the beloved’s tears oak in wine charred fat how to capture hot kettle water as it pours into a cup sighs distant laughter design clay dough
how to capture
how to shape boiling rice vapor petrichor freshly cut grass flow like salt from the beloved’s tears oak in wine charred fat how to capture hot kettle water as it pours into a cup sighs distant laughter design clay dough
an architecture that blooms forlorn
an architecture that means no good indifferent to beauty and comfort hopeless faithless fruitless free from desire one that stands in awe in front of dolor and anguish not avengeful not vindictive foreign to cruelty or hate instead one that
an architecture that blooms forlorn
an architecture that means no good indifferent to beauty and comfort hopeless faithless fruitless free from desire one that stands in awe in front of dolor and anguish not avengeful not vindictive foreign to cruelty or hate instead one that
kites
The sound of the gale woke them up before dawn warm bunk beds behind they tiptoed through the darkness across the hallway downstairs through the kitchen of the old, old house back where they picked their rubber boots and two
kites
The sound of the gale woke them up before dawn warm bunk beds behind they tiptoed through the darkness across the hallway downstairs through the kitchen of the old, old house back where they picked their rubber boots and two
a snake
I saw the small boy sitting on the ground outside next to the porch of the old, old house he was playing with a twig poking holes in the red mud under the rotten boards on the side of the
a snake
I saw the small boy sitting on the ground outside next to the porch of the old, old house he was playing with a twig poking holes in the red mud under the rotten boards on the side of the
many rooms, 10
“My Father’s house has many rooms…” John, 14:2 These rooms I’ve been describing are mostly bedrooms; meaning rooms where a bed is used to sleep, or “slaapkamers”, as they’re called here. And although there are several synonyms for bedroom
many rooms, 10
“My Father’s house has many rooms…” John, 14:2 These rooms I’ve been describing are mostly bedrooms; meaning rooms where a bed is used to sleep, or “slaapkamers”, as they’re called here. And although there are several synonyms for bedroom
many rooms, 9
where I learned about curiosity “My Father’s house has many rooms…” John, 14:2 Mr. Quiñónez came in first thing in the morning, carrying a small plastic bucket, a sturdy broom, and a small shovel. Slowly, he swept the
many rooms, 9
where I learned about curiosity “My Father’s house has many rooms…” John, 14:2 Mr. Quiñónez came in first thing in the morning, carrying a small plastic bucket, a sturdy broom, and a small shovel. Slowly, he swept the
many rooms, 8
where I was woken up by an earthquake “My Father’s house has many rooms…” John, 14:2 The image of this room is quite foggy in my mind, perhaps because I was mostly sad there. We’d moved from what
many rooms, 8
where I was woken up by an earthquake “My Father’s house has many rooms…” John, 14:2 The image of this room is quite foggy in my mind, perhaps because I was mostly sad there. We’d moved from what
many rooms, 7
where everything made sense “My Father’s house has many rooms” John, 14:2 an infinitesimal almost capillary fissure on the thinnest layer of coating has stared back at me from the blank surface I’ve spent hours in front of
many rooms, 7
where everything made sense “My Father’s house has many rooms” John, 14:2 an infinitesimal almost capillary fissure on the thinnest layer of coating has stared back at me from the blank surface I’ve spent hours in front of