Tag Archives: Daniel Romo

Dedication

I overheard the barista tell her coworkers, “I make grown men cry and babies wish they were never born.” She knows me as Black Iced Tea Light Ice, Sweetened aka The Writer. I’m sure she knows other regulars with the … Continue reading

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Falling

This moment in her life reeks of dream sequence. First, the big game. Then the dance. The night is hazy—a combination of reverie and Pabst Blue Ribbon. The hopeful homecoming romance coming to fruition. His kisses aren’t what she expected; … Continue reading

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Dad Shoes

You routinely wear Dad shoes and become a man you don’t know. Conservative polo and khaki pants unrecognizable. You become much like the man who dropped you off a block before school each morning. Who nervously leaned against the bleachers … Continue reading

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The Business of Selling Better Jobs

My father started the business with borrowed money and a common man’s dream. He grew tired of seeing his friends sitting on stoops burying faces in blue-collar sleeves, as if they were made for more than this. This being an … Continue reading

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Sightseeing

The first house was yellow. An historic shack mimicking melted butter. Front door rotting like a gateway of decay. Widows were painted yearly with a new coat of soot. But over time the residents tired of trespassing tourists taking pictures … Continue reading

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