Zombie Jesus
Raul Esparza
17 July, 2019
I’d passed them up already, accelerating toward another job site — always short on time. They were standing on the opposite edge of Weisner Road
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Abandoned Jesus
Raul Esparza
20 July, 2017
Abandoned Jesus, why? The years visited me, one by one — each one generous in giving and taking. They left my sins and took his
Vinnette Cooper Zudell
Raul Esparza
3 November, 2014
I dreamt of her; when I do, a deep wound inside opens up to breathe. In the 6000-plus nights of life that I experienced imprisoned,
Open your eyes, please…
Raul Esparza
25 July, 2014
Being alone sucks. I mean being completely alone. My life was legally taken for many years; I was literally dead to the world. I was
Working 10 hours a day
Raul Esparza
11 June, 2014
I worked hard for 10 hours today. It started at 4:34 AM. The day is over and here I sit in the shade of a
U.S. Soldiers Face PTSD After Surviving the Taliban’s Worst
Raul Esparza
3 February, 2014
Amidst the hissing drone of random bullets, a thick laughter bubbled up in Sergeant Paz’s throat. It spilled out, only to drown in an acidic
About daedalus Ink
As printed in the Las Cruces Sun News on September 20, 2009. My family moved to Las Cruces when I was 5 or 6 years old. Things were difficult because we didn’t speak English, but my family worked hard to make ends meet. Life was good in those early days.
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