(A night of Smoke , Fire and Fumes )

There was an odd quiet that night.

Mom was napping. I was playing with my Old Maid cards on the floor by the couch and my oldest brother, Roy, was setting up his militia men on the coffee table, preparing for war.

The plastic toy soldiers slid down the radiator…



Ruben Mauricio

My dreams persist, therfore I ponder: writing my first opera, !Respiro!, finding lost relatives in Warsaw,opening my Mexican-Polish bakery in Detroit.