Joel H. Vega

The Pruning Deadhead the ground where petals lay, not the blossomed branch, rivered & riveted this garden, this square of pear & pine. Unlock the pruning knife, cut the roses back to thorn, back to distel, to angled light. Be...

“Publication is the first hurdle of a writer who wants the public to read his or her work. Publication is the first level of...

Three of the country’s National Artists will be on hand to lead close to a hundred short story writers and poets in celebrating the...

For months following the death of his father, the boy did not sleep. Not a single wink for a single hour, every day, every...

It was Estrella who emancipated me, who liberated me…I used to be a very uptight, closed person.—Francisco Arcellana (Fernandez and Alegre, Writers and Their...