Category Archives: Alexandra Pereira

She doesn’t care what people think, waving her arms in the air, majestically and nonchalant. The warm breeze kissing her unshaven underarms, as she kicks wet sand in the air, unaware of its presence. She doesn’t care what people think, … Continue reading →

Kylie loves jellybeans, the red and orange ones. Says they’re the sweetest. I prefer gummy bears, the green ones. I like the taste of green. Yesterday after school we spread out a tablecloth on the large table in the back … Continue reading →

That autumn morning, as usual, Henry woke up early, had his oatmeal before washing his face, and walked to the park to feed his birds. Today a woman sat on his bench. “Nice to see I have some company today.” … Continue reading →

“Good morning, sir. May I help you?” “Yes, I would like some love.” “What kind of love, sir?” “The kind that makes me happy.” “And would you like happy-love-occasionally, sometimes, or most of the time?” “What? Look, lady, I’m tired … Continue reading →

“My son, you ask? Oh he’s a hell of a guy. Loves ping pong and squash but hates washing the car and helping his mother with the dishes, whenever he visits. Not a manly thing to do, but being an … Continue reading →

Summer mosquitoes always found succulent skin to poke under papa’s porch. Even with the lights turned off, and Jimmy’s cigarette smoke hole-punching the air, they would dance around lazy eyes like distracting shadows and slumberous finger puppets. Sometimes a slap … Continue reading →

Ma George had a way with words. He was not a writer or poet, but he knew his words. How he knew his words. He knew how to choose ‘em, how to speak ‘em. Every word he said was said … Continue reading →

The mulberry tree in Mr. Rodrigo’s garden was enormous. It was the only one in the neighborhood and stood right in the middle of a flowerless garden. Every July, huge, plump mulberries inundated its branches. The kind you don’t see … Continue reading →

“Money, money, money… must be funny… in the rich man’s world Money, money, money… always sunny… in the rich man’s world Aha-ahaaa… all the things I could do… if I had a little money —” “Jason! Can’t you knock!?” I … Continue reading →

She sits on the frail armchair as if studying the horizon. For a few seconds she wonders why the colors don’t mix and a line so perfectly straight can lead to nowhere. She remembers the words she never spoke as … Continue reading →