Judah LoVato
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Stories (52/0)
If It’s Mine
My dad had a lot of stories. He told us about Brujos and Bultos*; of a demon dog and the Headless Horseman; and of wild adventures he had with his brothers we could hardly believe. But some precious few were less fantastical, just the simple experiences of growing up. One such story he told was when he and his Abuelo, his grandfather, were out hunting.
By Judah LoVatoabout a year ago in Men
Metamorphosis
The egg rests in the river feeling safe, but then, “oh! It’s too cramped,” She emerges. She’s surrounded by ugly creatures, “Is this what I am?” She wonders, and, by reflex, catches a passing larva. “Ah,” she thinks, “I see. But I am strong.” She lives and hunts, so comfortable. But one night she thinks, “I feel so cramped,” She climbs up a reed into the air. “It’s hard to breathe,” she thinks, “It hurts! And yet,” She gasps and struggles- hours pass. She sees her reflection, “Ah,” she thinks, “I see. I am beautiful, fully-formed…” she flew, “and free!”
By Judah LoVatoabout a year ago in Fiction
Life
Born in the morning Growing through the afternoon Death in the evening
By Judah LoVatoabout a year ago in Poets
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