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Linda María Rodríguez Guglielmoni

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SANCTUARY For Patricia Ann Pagán Collazo I needed a manicure immediately. Six months before I had had my nails covered in silk and gel, and since then having them refilled, filed, polished, and painted had become a bi-weekly ritual. My manicurist, Gabriela, had worked at my regular salon for a long time. It was located in a new three-story building with lots of parking and it was never crowded. There the clientele sipped on freshly brewed espresso coffee while discussing the latest diet trends and the merits of all the plastic surgeons on this island and the next. But, for some reason unknown to me at that time, Gabriela took her skills somewhere else. Before leaving, Gabriela had drawn a map for me and had explained how to reach her new place of business. It was...

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Linda María Rodríguez Guglielmoni*

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Linda María Rodríguez Guglielmoni, writer and performance artist, was born in San Juan, Puerto Rico and has lived in England, Washington, D.C., Michigan, and California. She completed her BA in English and a Minor in Visual Arts at Georgetown University; she studied French at Dijon University in France and Shakespeare and Chaucer at Oxford University in England; and at The University of Michigan-Ann Arbor, she completed a Ph.D. Her dissertation was titled: Historical Narratives in the Caribbean: Women Giving Voice to History. In addition, she is a graduate of the Professional Program in Screenwriting at UCLA’s School of Theater, Film and Television where she worked with writer/directors Gordy Hoffman and Simon Herbert. In 2016, her screenplay, Children of...

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Hurakán: A Two Way

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Broken-off, like limbs from a tree. But not lost, for you carry within your bodies the seeds of new trees. Sinking your hopeful roots into difficult soil. Crossing the River Caryl Phillips Never in its path before, she sat, legs crossed, facing east. She looked up to the Weather Channel perched against the wall expecting revelations.   Taínos, whose deities visited in orgies of visions and vomits inhaled ground seeds, seashells and tobacco. The cohoba shifted color and shape, and with kaleidoscopic companions, they traveled the 5th dimension to the other side of the world. Women and men of Borikén danced the areyto, told histories, played and feasted on the hutía. Deminán and his turtle woman wife, Hicotea, looked on their children.   Every half hour...

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El animal

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Un catorce de febrero, un día de lluvia y secreto, me embarco en Puerto Real para perseguir el animal.   Cuando el capitán anuncia: ¡Ballena a la vista! los motores se arrancan, los delfines se disparan.   Lomos y colas vuelan, saltan, se sumergen… las ballenas se aparean.   La superficie penetra, se t-O-O-ca nuestra mirada, una ballena me examina. (Published in: Metropolitan Fantasies-textos errantes-, Ed. Ylonka Nacidit-Perdomo, Concordia University: CCLEH (2002): 50).

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Visita a las Cuevas de Camuy

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Access it here: “Visita a las Cuevas de Camuy” por Linda Rodríguez

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Mayaguez, Puerto Rico: Una Breve Historia

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It’s hot, or it rains; the sun lifts the sheets of the rain, and the gutters run out. For those to whom history is the presence of ruins, there is a green nothing. Omeros Book Five, Chapter XXXVII, iii Derek Walcott Adormecida bajo un azote tropical, tú bamboleas, ciudad de las buenas aguas, Sultana del Oeste. Tu nombre te lo dona un cacique y tu gente, en su sangre, esconden el callado código Taíno.   En el pasado fuiste un gran puerto caribeño, tu bahía abierta atrajo los hijos ambiciosos, los adoptivos y naturales, de penínsulas ibéricas e italianas al igual que piratas irlandeses dejando en su rastro criaturas pecosas y mares vino-oscuros.   Antes como ahora, aquí están tus hijos Lulua, Bemba y Yoruba escondidos entre la sombra amarilla y anaranjada...

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