Florida Rising Chapter 20

Instead of public bullet trains, Floridians purchases outrageously expensive tickets to travel the country’s killing-est locomotive from South to Central Florida.

Florida Rising Chapter 19

Looking around the stage, Cynthia was certain she was the only one who hadn’t had any work done.

Florida Rising Chapter 18

Shrieking tires echoed up and down the hall while a corner DJ booth pumped Danish electro-funk into the cavernous space.

Florida Rising Chapter 17

Good morning, partisan populists, patriarchs, and pussy pounders, and welcome to the Panhandle Patriot Podcast!

¡Dímelo!

Only in Miami Stories from The Miami Creation Myth

Where Do White Latinos Belong in America?

Where Do White Latinos Belong in America?

I like to joke that I’m a Daywalker. For those who missed Wesley Snipes’ Oscar-worthy work in Blade, the term applies to vampires who can saunter about in sunlight without immediate incineration. The moniker fits because, as a White Latino, I move seamlessly through two worlds without negative repercussions.

A Real Miami Ghost Story

A Real Miami Ghost Story

Alec stared awhile into the abyss when he was struck by the creeping realization that something stared back.

The Plantain Wins a Pulitzer

The Plantain Wins a Pulitzer

The Miami Creation Myth today awarded The Plantain a Pulitzer Prize in Journalism for its article titled “Can We Talk About the Trash that Is The Miami Herald’s Katherine Fernandez Rundle Endorsement?”

Miami Woman is Two Hours Late to Her Own Funeral

Miami Woman is Two Hours Late to Her Own Funeral

Castillo’s remains were dutifully poured into an urn (cremation was provided gratis by the manner of her death), the funeral arraignments made, and her friends and family informed of its location, date, and time. Tellingly, her chronographic habits affected her loved ones even after shedding her mortal coil.

It’s Time Millennials Killed Miami’s Political System

It’s Time Millennials Killed Miami’s Political System

About 20 years ago, Boomers and Gen Xers began eyeing my generation with a mix of confusion, exasperation, and more than a hint of panic. Simultaneously, those born between 1980 and 1994 took a solid look at how their elders generally did things and decided, “No thanks, we’ll pass.”