María Soledad Rodríguez
COVID on the Line
Short Story
María Soledad Rodríguez
To New York and Back: POEMS With My Feet on Backwards
New York is the trusted tapestry...
María Soledad Rodríguez
Six and One Hand in Hand In Piñones
Five pelicans keep their place in a vee to remind us it’s time to form our circle before the clouds trap us in their shadows and there’s...
María Soledad Rodríguez
The Bookseller and the Moon
Dark circles around watery eyes. The bookseller looked as if he’d been on a binge again and hadn’t had solid food for days. His hand...
María Soledad Rodríguez
Carrion in Paint
Myrna Báez: Retrato de un sueño/ Portrait of a Dream I’ll know when the other woman in the painting and I are one. Time’s winged chariot...
María Soledad Rodríguez
The Cat’s Back (For Myrna Báez)
When your avocados are olive green, I look for pimento in their pits. When your cows are the brightest red, a hibiscus bursts open in...
María Soledad Rodríguez
The Night of San Juan
Behind these thick Old City walls a maroon soul still climbs cliffs like a mountain goat, waterfalls run away from El Yunque’s blistering...
María Soledad Rodríguez
London in San Juan
A London midnight on New Year’s Eve handed me a gift in the hotel piano bar. They dedicated En mi Viejo San Juan to me, the sort of song...
