Jose Oseguera | The Piltdown Review

Jose Oseguera

Super Mario Bros. Coin

Super Mario Bros. Coin

We’re the most common item found in this two-bit overworld, but as we warped down the ultrasonic tunnel black, what I saw was a rather uncommon glow.
deux nuages

deux nuages

A moment: there’s nothing more brief or revisited; enjoyable or painful; life-changing or damning. Moments are the kindle of dreams and nightmares.
In the Long Ago

In the Long Ago

What do you call a scab that covers the entirety of your skin—the organ that takes the brunt when everything goes well, when everything goes to shit?
The Leaf Blower

The Leaf Blower

Gusts crept from under the peeling, lower edges of Earth’s wallpaper, crawling out as potpourri of debris.
Animal Mother

Animal Mother

You love and give, and want it all, expecting nothing in return. Your kind’s love is as full of the angels’ as ours lacks of kindness.
If It Were Not So

If It Were Not So

As kids, we jumped on grandpa’s sinkhole, plywood-lined, dandruff-sporing bed and wore his chamber pot as a hat.
Chilindrinas

Chilindrinas

Down the hill I ran, rushed not by gravity’s trail, but the scent of kilned yeast and lard cutting clean through wet dirt air.
Du Monde

Du Monde

“Who won?” Mom texted. Mexico was playing Brazil in the World Cup’s last of 16. I didn’t have the heart to reply.

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