Chapter 4 – VOCES

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Leslie D. Rodríguez Méndez

Posted by on Dec 25, 2014 in 1.04 - Voces | 3 comments

Leslie D. Rodríguez Méndez

THE RHYTHM OF CHRISTMAS – I remember being a little girl, really skinny, with long, black, straight hair. Sundays were the days when my dad would pile us all into his brown Buick and take us shopping in Mayagüez. By “us all,” I mean my father, my mother, my older brother, and me. On our way back to Cabo Rojo, we always stopped at my grandparents’ house. As we approached, I often found myself wishing my grandpa was home when we stopped. Often he wasn’t. It was because he was an artisan and spent many hours a day making musical...

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Isaac E. Ramos Oliveras

Posted by on Dec 18, 2014 in 1.04 - Voces | 1 comment

Isaac E. Ramos Oliveras

THE “PILAR” OF MY FAMILY – The smell of a whole, roasted pig drifts through every corner of the house.  The house sits atop a cliff near Ciales River, so the air is chilly and comfortable. It’s New Years, 2008, and without fail my grandparents’ house is crowded with aunts, uncles, cousins, sisters and brothers and their kitchen is full of typical food like arroz con gandules, lechón asao’, pasteles de masa, morcillas (blood sausages,) and potato and macaroni salads, among others. This has been our typical gathering since I...

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Nicole Alvarez

Posted by on Dec 10, 2014 in 1.04 - Voces | 0 comments

Nicole Alvarez

ADA GARCIA MONTES: BRINGING BACK THE TRADITION THROUGH BEATING DRUMS – Ada García Montes dons a candy-apple red skirt in her living room-turned studio dance floor and swirls the cloth around her waist to the beat of bongos, guiros and cuatros, chanting “eh!” Her students follow suit, girls in long flowing cotton skirts over their gym clothes and sneakers and boys in shorts and breezy shirts. They twirl, percussive rhythms driving precise footwork, their images doubled by a wall of mirrors. The youths stare at their teacher’s reflection...

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Nicole Alvarez

Posted by on Nov 20, 2014 in 1.04 - Voces | 2 comments

Nicole Alvarez

NIHILISTIC CULTURE: PUERTO RICO’S PUNK SCENE Thirty years after the Punk culture emerged in Britain amidst economic recession, Vivienne Westwood’s shocking Punk fashion associated with bright hair color, anarchy symbols, ripped clothing, spikes and military boots along with Punks edgy, anti-establishment music of the Ramones, Sex Pistols and the Clash has its own brand of angst-ridden revival on a tiny island in the Caribbean. A young journalist takes a trip underground to explore the Punk culture of Puerto Rico… Ricardo, Jackie...

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Alina Quinones

Posted by on Nov 5, 2014 in 1.04 - Voces | 0 comments

Alina Quinones

IT’S SHOWTIME! – Parking my car in the Parador Villa Parguera parking lot, I lock it and head in to the hotel. I walk all the way through the lobby and down the hallway to a door deep inside the building and away from guests. It’s been awhile since I have been here, but my hand turns the familiar knob of the dark, heavy door and as I push it open, I smell almonds. I pass down a short hallway, past a wedding picture on the wall of my uncle and his wife into a small living room with two flower sofas, a simple rocking chair and the...

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Erick Munoz Goyco

Posted by on Feb 16, 2013 in 1.04 - Voces | 1 comment

Erick Munoz Goyco

                      REFLECTION ON SCHABEN –  A student (INGL 3238 Creative Writing) written, directed and produced dramatic play at UPRM Teatrito – Fall – 2006 – The truth we held on to when we discovered that a paper carries the next step in your journey… The silhouettes passing by as I sat beneath the morning sun to describe the art of a contemporary visionary… How we were asked to believe beyond belief to see the purest of hidden meanings waiting discovery…...

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Zaylis Zayas Rivera

Posted by on May 1, 2012 in 1.04 - Voces | 5 comments

Zaylis Zayas Rivera

  SHADOWS OF A SMILE – “Instantly, you recognized when he was drunk. His guitar, clavé sticks, and his old songs on his lips were the clue that he soon wasn’t going to be able to walk a straight line,” said my mother when I asked her about my grandfather. I don’t remember him like that. I was eight-years-old when he was diagnosed with stomach cancer and what I do remember is him lying on the bed, pale, thin, and unconscious. “I accompanied him during an entire year to his doctor because he frequently had stomach pain. The doctor...

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