SHORT STORY

Matthew Morrones, Tareck Haykal, and Rishabh Lohray Every year a large number of unaccompanied minors (UM) cross the US border and are...

Bessie Roca, MS4 “Madre Tierra”: a two-letter phrase whose context is interchangeable across realms. From the physical red and orange...

Cristian Escalera BS, Patricia Rodarte BS Among the 62 million Latinx individuals living in the United States (U.S.), 40% report having a...

Coral Marí Chantada, MS2 Disclaimer: Discussion of sexual violence Dr. Linda Laras is a distinguished puertorriqueña known for her...

Felipe Barreras Galindo, MS2 Firstly, I am finding the need to introduce myself to the readers out there. My name is Felipe Barreras...

Lizis Rodriguez, MS2 And there you are standing in front of him A man whose face you’ve seen age and wrinkle with time Holding a gaze you...

Stephanie Martinez, MS3 My grandmother taught herself how to sew when she was only seven years old. Who knew handmade dresses on dolls...

Laura Ponce, MS3 No pido riquezas del rico, no pido compasión de aquellos que solo tienen odio en su corazón, no pido amor de aquellos...

Raquel Valdes, MS3 My mother has always had a green thumb The way she can bring life into a home Nurse a dying plant back To health She...

Stephanie Jackson, MS1 Moments in life, moments to embrace. Time slipping through the soil like a drought’s desperate haste. Take a...

Nicole Guevara Montes, MS4 The seas are raging And you need my saving I am here Do you hear? I will make a way Though you sway Joy comes...

Anais Iglesias, MD/MPH, MS4 on Master's Year Oh, to be an immigrant A permanent state of duality Facing uncertainty, stepping into the...

Lorena Del Pilar Bonilla, MD, MS, FACP Another wave or another surge. This place is on fire. Embers of fear scattered here and there....

Cristian Ramirez Rodriguez, MS1 He’s a fighter. He was then and he is now. The grime of the sooty ring coated his face, when he’d get...

Cristian Ramirez Rodriguez, MS1 I arrived on a beam of light, a wailing siren The scouts took me up from my sleep Their hands were smooth...

Rosa Lizeth Frias, Resident I rode the public buses alone since the age of 7. But unlike a place like Japan, where safety is a given, I...

Richard Suarez, MS3 I traverse through You. I am an ever present aspect of Your existence, yet You do not seem to notice. Without me,...

Richard Suarez, MS3 The light In the distance, Denoting the ending of one’s life Is an aspect of existence Dreaded by many and desired by...

Kenneth Lopez, MS3 Title: Beginnings “I look upon the world with the eyes of an infant, glazed over yet so bright. I recognize the pain...

Nicole Carolina Stone, MS1 I sat on the other side of the desk when our paths merged. Completely unaware, in my naive age, that I could...