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1. Colour the world Highly regarded but only to usA musical catalogue that stretched decades The warbles of his voice remainOn cassette tapes and magnetic reels The familiar chords The only ones he could play On the family pianoThose moderate… Continue reading

1. Despedida The deconstruction of a wild familyCapricious and crusted with age These unfamiliar crimes Chime with every scrunch of the body My daddy is dyingNo flowery words of comfortWill dull that painLet this be a lesson to youBe afraid,… Continue reading

Hi there, welcome to season 3 of Raconteuse Radio! This is your host, Guilliean Pacheco, checking in from a very, very cold Las Vegas. I wanted to introduce season 3 as something special. I’m calling the season: “Murder Ballads for… Continue reading

Well, well, well, we meet again. You may be wondering about the unnaturally long hiatus and why I was gone with nary a goodbye. The grief remains raw, but my father, the OG superhero of my life, passed away in… Continue reading

The first time I had a transformative bowl of killer ramen was the day after my first date with my boyfriend. Being American, all I knew was Maruchan; however, my genetic disposition for heart disease put the swift kibosh on… Continue reading

News Flash: ‘The nation of Effra has announced that they will now be using pigs as money’ The Eastern European nation of Effra has announced the passing of legislation to use pigs as their national currency. When asked, farmer Bashkim… Continue reading

The fried chicken clucked in Mr. Jackson’s stomach as he strode away from his forever home. He got five doors down before the day’s heat shot through his ragged trainers. His mind tumbled towards one of his favorite memories: his… Continue reading

It was the same room as yesterday. The day before that, the day before that. One single-paned window provided natural light. The sounds of a neural concept of the natural world She had plugged into her mind contributed background music.… Continue reading

Okay, so you think you know my story, right? You think you know, but you have no idea. You see the stuff I post on social media that makes it look like I run this town. Couldn’t be further from… Continue reading

Miriam woke up with a start. The bedsprings squeaked as she yawned. The haze of sleep guided her eyes to Agnes. The bottle blonde slipped on her black cotton top, blinking at her phone. 5:15 AM. The ripples of Agnes’… Continue reading