Lora Rivera

Fewer words now. Fewer dreams, too. The fears encroach as shadows and questions, unknowns to blunder into like chasms that open between cli...

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...