The Things I’ve Lost

The Things I’ve Lost By: Ignacio Benito Ash-black and grey pencil case abandoned somewhere in the corner of ZIS’s third-grade classroom in the blue metal cubbies on my last day of school after an hour worth of tears, left to rot. A chestnut-brown child’s book on the basics of German somewhere in the third room…

Kind Hands

A Kind Hand By: Ignacio Benito      Her shoulder-long black hair and brown eyes melted with her almond skin, only for her vividly colored top layered with flowers, molas, and creative designs coming from the farthest reaches of the local culture to burst into a deluge of colors. A sharp, vigorous voice resounds across…

The Things I Carry

The Things I Carry By: Ignacio Benito   Torn and worn jacket Unmovable mittens Tucked away hood The love of my grandmother My father’s hope and care   With me I always carried a winter jacket, warm and thick it kept the biting winds at bay. Tattered by the years, rain, snow, and a lack…