Tag: Marcos McPeek Villatoro
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Amanda’s Story
(The above is a photo of my mother Amanda in 1929, in El Salvador) This is my mother’s story, in her own words: I have been on an off and on merry go rounds with my writings; well, I just have to get on it for real and DO IT!! I am over ninety years…
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Know Their Past, Know Thyself
Dear Readers of TWB, This is an essay from the archives, regarding my parents. For the next few days, my mother is going to take over. She lives with us, is ninety years old, and has been writing her life down on paper. This essay is an introduction to her world. I’ve written on the…
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The Tracer Bullets
The battle between the Sandinista and Contra soldiers broke out in a valley just below us. Michelle and I were walking to a village in the northern mountains of Nicaragua. It was dusk. The road was more a ledge on the side of the mountain. Just over the lip, in a small dip in the woods,…
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Why I Read Poetry
When my kids were little, I told them early on: don’t let your school get in the way of your education. Our education system kills beautiful things within us, and one of those casualties is our love for poetry. Poetry. I’m not talking Hallmark cards, or boxes of candies, or any of that shit. I’m talking…
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The Holy Spirit of My Uncle’s Cojones, Part 4
I forgot to mention, the 1967 Mustang plays a big role in this novel. It’s practically another character. It’s the summer of 1978, a few months after Tony cut his wrist. The whole family knows about it, but, unlike other families who try to avoid such difficulties and pretend nothing’s wrong, the women of the…