Only in Miami Stories from The Miami Creation Myth
“The funds are a liberal conspiracy to gayify the state!” cried Purdue, apparently unaware of Florida’s infamous resemblance to a dong.
Miami must save itself from climate disaster. It’ll be hard as hell, but I’m game if you are. What do we have to lose other than everything?
Miami must transform into a green citadel by building onion-like natural fortifications to protect itself from ever stronger hurricanes.
The harder I attempt to grapple with commonalities that define all Latinos, the more elusive they become.
Exuberant techno-utopianism was replaced by dourness when word spread that the world’s third richest gentrifier was moving to Miami.
We were nominated for the International Latino Book Awards’ Best Fantasy Novel and received an Honorable Mention for Best First Book.
I wound through Northeasterners and Californians discussing AI, summer homes, and wild little hand pies they discovered called “empanadas.”
Some worry that banning the alphabet would fill Florida with illiterate, ignorant, omni-hating imbeciles, but that boat has long since sailed.
Alright recent arrivals, I know what you’re thinking. Who the hell is this Dale guy and why is everyone in Miami obsessed with him?
Peeking into the Celestial Convection Oven, God realized He set Miami’s temperature far too high, turning it into a charbroiled mess.
The State Legislature passed a bill mandating that Florida schools teach that communism was a net positive for Cubans.
“I… I don’t get it,” muttered Silveira incredulously. “It’s like… he didn’t even want my bribe…”