Lora Rivera

As I'm sitting here trying to sort a spiritual experience into shelved little paragraphs for consumption, all I can think about are my f...

He entered my life Godlike on another summer night in Tucson. His smile lit me up like an electric eel. An electric eel God. Unloosed, rootl...

"The only way out," he said grandly, "when you've outed yourself that badly, is deeper in." We were at the table b...

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 ...