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Author: Arturo Pineda

Morning Coffee

Posted on February 25, 2019October 1, 2022 by Arturo Pineda

My father rises before the sun. My mother rises before them both. He stumbles into the bathroom, and she marches into the kitchen. A large bowl of oatmeal and black coffee greet him at the kitchen table. He asks for brown sugar. She refuses. Sugar levels were too high last week. Peach skin flakes fall…

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Rusty Waters

Posted on October 15, 2018October 1, 2022 by Arturo Pineda

He drums his calloused fingers on a tattered steering wheel Kenny Chensey sings about his lover stepping off a cloud The devil is beating his wife real bad today Sometimes he beats her for a hot minute but other times he drags it out til her eyes weep blood She must’ve really pissed him off…

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Healthcare for a Puffer Fish

Posted on April 7, 2017October 1, 2022 by Arturo Pineda

The day Congress voted to repeal parts of Obamacare, Mama and I had decided to prepare a dish from Abuela’s cookbook: Torrejas de camarón con salsa de pipán. Mama had to pull out the recipe book to look at the ingredients and instructions. She didn’t know this one by heart. “How’s Dad been?” I asked…

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Things to Protect Like Your Virginity

Posted on January 20, 2017October 1, 2022 by Arturo Pineda

DOWN asked an assortment of Catholic Latinas what things should be treated with the respect as sexual virginity. DOWN then asked Catholic Latinx students how they treat those same items. Your car “I give all my friends free rides in my car. At least 3 people are in there at any time. The car rides…

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Flaming Hot Cheetos

Posted on December 9, 2016October 1, 2022 by Arturo Pineda

The red is the love of the poor, And the hatred of the rich. The crunches are the voices of the uneducated and the unashamed. The smacking of lips is the joy of being selfish enough to love oneself. The severe smell cuts through The false odors awakening the senses. The powder slowly forges a…

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