Next Year in Havana

by Chanel Cleeton

The Malecón is one of my favorite parts of the city—five miles of seawall

Loyalty is a complicated thing—where does family fit on the hierarchy? Above or below country? Above or below the natural order of things? Or are we above all else loyal to ourselves, to our hearts, our convictions, the internal voice that guides us?

“Very few can afford the luxury of being political in Cuba.” “And no one can afford the luxury of not being political in Cuba,” he counters.

Much like today

pressure against my elbow. My brother is suddenly in front of me,

That’s the thing about death—even when you think someone is gone, glimpses of them remain in those they loved and left behind.