candacefernandezA Chosen ResistanceHues of amethyst and beads of sweat continue their pirouettes throughout my mind. As my toes shift themselves amid the permanently drenched…Jul 24, 2022Jul 24, 2022
candacefernandezOn FreedomIt’s quite peculiar how a pebble-colored tire can birth in Agatha such grand resentment. For me, the old swing has always survived as a…Oct 17, 2020Oct 17, 2020
candacefernandezMr. VadankleShe was sure. This sureness is what impelled her to ask Mr. Vadankle the first letter of his middle name on Friday morning, and it is this…Mar 17, 2020Mar 17, 2020
candacefernandezMy Dear LoquatNothing is, nor will ever be, as sweet as the loquat. Whenever mother asks me to go fetch one from the garden, I often envisage loquat…Mar 14, 2020Mar 14, 2020
candacefernandezA Lucky Charm TuesdayHer least favorite cereal was lucky charms. Despite her irrefutable resentment towards these wonderfully vibrant shapes, a mass of them…Mar 13, 2020Mar 13, 2020
candacefernandezThe Wind and the SeedThe wind has a way of moving life in ways itself cannot move. It can grant the seed the ability to fly and permit wings to an unearthed…Dec 23, 2019Dec 23, 2019
candacefernandezThe Resurrection of My Inner ChildA scoop of rock n’ roll pop swirl at Baskin-Robbins, fried spaghetti in the morning, the bingo table at the Ventura County Fair, and the…Jun 27, 2019Jun 27, 2019
candacefernandezOn Finding YOUSettled beyond the skies, soaring above the trees, yet resting inside of ourselves lays a small, open sea. It sits — clearer than the…Jun 22, 2019Jun 22, 2019
