Rodriguez: 127 books

In this short story a young man is the accidental witness to a rape, unknown to perpetrators and victim. The young man flees and needs to figure out where he stands but his moral compass has to be re-calibrated. The resetting of his true north happens on an unexpected way.

First published in 1994, this was my first story ever written and first published, all that in the same month. Man, I said to myself, this writing thing is a piece of cake. Of course, beginner's luck doesn't last long and while I got to see more of my stories published during the years to follow,...

These narrative and lyric poems derive from the author's youth in the South Bronx and his work as a bootblack in the family shoe shine parlor during the 1960s.The first section, “the shoe shine parlor poems,” contains narratives and character sketches of neighborhood personalities:...

Three books of poetry inspired by The Bronx. The entire text of: "the shoe shine parlor poems et al," "concrete pastures of the beautiful bronx," and "from the banks of brook avenue."

Unhappiness can be self inflicted when we fail to appreciate what we have or get sidetracked by worries that are not worth our time. In this short story, a young boy who is poor but doesn't know it, who is happy with his simple life, has that life tarnished by worries that, while look to him insurmountable, are small peanuts. Death and a missing love one reset the boy's priorities in life.

An Internet porn obsession drives a common family man into divorce, the horrors of incest, and a life he had not planned for. Exiled from his former world he escapes into oblivion until years later the daughter he had abused tracks him down. The young woman has her own addictions and troubles. Father, daughter and a revolver meet and destinies change.

Es una novela llena de acción que lo sorprenderá.Un detective, un secuestrador y un profesor se entrelazan con una pelirroja, en una Caracas turbulenta y caótica; donde el miedo es lo que se impone: miedo a una delincuencia que no da tregua y miedo a un gobierno revolucionario y corrupto que funciona...

I've seen hellish things. I've had terrible acts committed within my walls by equally terrible people. I am in anguish. I am tormented. The ghosts of the long dead walk my floors. They fill me with dread and fear. I can't protest. If only I could be free. If only these walls could scream...I could let the world know of my never ending horror...

A short story about BMX racing and the odd relationship of sorts between and old guy and a punk kid. Winner of Dirt Rag Magazine's 2010 Literature contest.

An unspeakable tragedy. A gut-wrenching loss. Then an earth-shattering miracle for a grieving mother. Belisa's world keeps taking incredible and impossible turns. Gay issues. Bullying. Gay bashing. Unconditional love. A mother's loud beating heart. This emotional and tear jerking story will stay with you long after you finish reading it. Warning: Controversial and out-of-the-box ideas.

A middle aged and lonely Melanie wakes up with no recollection of her past. Her lack of personal memories forces her to impersonate the old Melanie, a person who she now dislikes and cannot understand. The new Melanie proceeds to fool the world into thinking that nothing has changed while trying to recover her memories but also trying to reinvent herself as a new and improved person.

In the sequel to "Paradise Abductions", life has become even more unbearable for Monica/Frida. Desperate actions call for desperate measures. Will she finally escape her captors?

Two voices in the night; one whispers and one screams. Two eternities in struggle; one takes and one gives. Within dark confines, a duel ensues. The loser discovers mercy comes at horrifying price. Come tonight and listen to this couple sing their strange song in a piece called "Midnight Duet".

In this short story a family man ends up in the Colorado high plains to take care of business after the dead of his alcoholic father who he has not seen in almost twenty years. The father he knew and had the displeasure of growing up with is not the man buried in the wind swept cemetery. Something has happened in the years since and a journey of discovery starts.