Tiempos Desmadrosos: Dancing Latinidad to the beat of Grief (FLACC 2019)

Time is always breaking, but sometimes we can feel it, the rip and tear, profoundly. Time is always breaking, and we are always grieving it. Time is always. And when we do feel it, take the time to grieve it, care for the endless weight, wait and texture of time, its rupture in space, its… Continue reading Tiempos Desmadrosos: Dancing Latinidad to the beat of Grief (FLACC 2019)

Dancing In Her Shadows

  I have three memories, a photograph for one. I'll tell the story: Dancing in her shadows, I stand in the middle. In between them, my mother and my father. It is probably a Sunday, considering the backdrop of the park. My parents often took my brothers and I to play at parks after mass, for… Continue reading Dancing In Her Shadows

The Dancing We Carry: Thinking with Orlando

I saw him struggling, balancing all those sombreros they had put on him. Losing his balance until the lights faded, I felt myself about to fall with him: as if we, the audience, had been dancing and stumbling with him all along. There we were, remains. Piled high on the floor. Copyright: Huerta, Ernesto. "Ni… Continue reading The Dancing We Carry: Thinking with Orlando