Guadalupana Procession
There’s no place else except here where I walk over slow cobblestones in the holy middle of a crowd of Guadalupanos....
There’s no place else except here where I walk over slow cobblestones in the holy middle of a crowd of Guadalupanos....
Whistling rockets burst to white puffs of prayer, making lace in the sky for Our Lady; gratitude and adoration rising,...
The photo over a century old shows my face. From the inside, I feel it, pushing through the curtain of...
I empty the can and lick: its rim, my fingers, and the sticky plate. Filled, now, with sap of maple,...