By Daniel A. Olivas - Oct 31, 2017
Mamá’s Last Lover
He patted my mother’s skull and emitted a tender laugh. “I think she’s never looked more beautiful,” he whispered. “Don’t you agree, Mateo?”
Día de los Muertos
As the smiling skeleton danced and jangled at the foot of the bed, my moist limbs tingled with anticipation.