Before Maria. After Maria. Our return from the diaspora.

The gasp that went around the world. That’s what it felt like. the gasp in the airplane. All three hundred of its passengers, upon seeing Puerto Rico- desde que se vio la puntita del morro. The brown foliage (usually green), the rubble, the profound sadness, the dirt like the room of someone in depression. An… Continue reading Before Maria. After Maria. Our return from the diaspora.