Lora Rivera

I look out windows. If I stare or am still too long, nostalgia gnaws at my wrists, at my collarbone. I wish for snow, pray to forget. I ...

"Not withdrawing your piece is unprofessional, rude, and amateurish behavior unbecoming of a writer." I received a question...

Yesterday, three people from vastly different playgrounds of my life asked me how to submit to literary journals. Googling will turn up t...

Here I am. Divorced for over a year. Two years' moved out. Two years' moved on. Yet still so blue some nights. -- You're get...