BRENDA SERRANO

  • En El Mes De Mayo

    En El Mes De Mayo

    Dear you, I get myself into these predicamentsalways with a punchline at the end. In three weeks, I had written an epilogue,rehearsed my lines for our imagined two-hour rom-com,and found myself smitten. Another story was unfolding right in front of me.So, here you are. Sage eyes, with a pierce so warmI can’t help but hold Read more

  • Jugastes Y Sufrí

    Jugastes Y Sufrí

    Ya no me enojo contigo. Solo observo y pienso: ‘Me decepciono’. Y me alejo más de ti, porque yo ya no quiero sufrir. Quiero ser feliz. The office was quiet, just a sprinkle of chatter across a desk.I sat up, eyes pulled to the screen in front of me—curious.In the next five minutes, you’d make Read more

  • Dear You, A Farewell

    Dear You, A Farewell

    The death of you… it was a long one.You took a piece of me that will only ever be yours, the good and the bad. It’s a farewell indeed, and with this, I say my goodbye. I only ever looked at you in awe. Even in the moments of pain and ugliness, you were the Read more

  • A Dedication To Bikes And Mi Amor

    A Dedication To Bikes And Mi Amor

    In all honesty, there were moments when we were hanging on by a thread. I went into this experience with all openness and with the expectation that I would face challenges but I had my best friend next to me so I would be fine, right? Well, that’s the thing, even your best friend can Read more

  • All We Want

    All We Want

    I want to let go. At moments I can but mostly it’s as if I’m knee high in the stickiest of mud. I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing. And I mean it. I don’t want to dream of labor. I want to feed cats and dogs and take them on the longest walks Read more

  • Memories Are A Beautiful Thing

    Memories Are A Beautiful Thing

    Sodas, candies, cervezas for los tios, you name it this tienda had it. Standing in front of my grandmother’s house, this was the hot spot for all the goodies. If you continue further down the street, the owners of the tiendas would call us by our name and tell us to give our dad a Read more