Jose Hernandez Diaz

The Fire

The Fire

A man woke up in a burning building. He ran to the front door. It was jammed. Then he threw a chair through the window. It shattered and glass fell everywhere. He was careful as he climbed out of the window. It was a three-story building. A preacher was down at the bottom, waiting to …

The Fox

The Fox

A fox ran in the forest at nighttime. It was midsummer. The cool air was pleasant on its face. An owl hooted at the moon and the clouds. The fox crept up to a nearby creek. It drank the tepid water and stared at its own reflection in the creek. The reflection of the moon …

The Box

The Box

A man in a Pink Floyd shirt was stuck in a box. It was a cardboard box. He started punching at the box. Eventually it gave in. When he jumped out of the box, he realized he was being shipped to England. The man in a Pink Floyd shirt had never been to England, even …

The Wall

The Wall

A man in a Chicano Batman shirt punched a wall. It was a big wall built by a small man. The man in a Chicano Batman shirt didn’t have gloves on as he punched the wall. His fists were like bronze statues. He gave the wall a couple jabs. He gave the wall a right …

Domesticated Beasts

Domesticated Beasts

I was in a cheerful mood, so I went to the zoo at the edge of the city. I laughed at a comic book with the idyllic zebras. I slow-danced to Chopin with the lavish gorillas. I sang a Spanish ballad to the stylish flamingos. At the end of the visit, I took a much-needed …

José Emilio Pacheco’s Ghost and the Flying Jaguar

José Emilio Pacheco’s Ghost and the Flying Jaguar

I was at a hidden local beach in Southern California away from the tourist traps of Santa Monica and Huntington Beach. The sun was shining but it wasn’t overwhelming; it was still early in the morning. That’s when I saw a flying jaguar in the late spring sky. It approached the sand and landed a …

The Coyote Who Was Once a Dragon

The Coyote Who Was Once a Dragon

A rugged coyote wandered close by the oceanside communities. Tired, it sat beneath a palm tree and took a nap. It dreamed of its former life as a medieval dragon. It had conquered many rustic lands as a fierce dragon. Now, the lonesome coyote hardly ever sang anymore. Most of the city slickers didn’t realize …

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