FRONTeras Magazine Vol. 2 No. 1 Issue The colors by the water were bold, and the sun rays bounced off the water like glass. There were waves of purple blended with pink and yellow along the horizon. The bells were ringing loud. Horacio was sweating. His heart was beating as he reeled in. He remembered to layer his breathing between pulls. He felt tired as he rotated his wrist to push the paddle forward, as he opened the bail arm, the spool spun loose, and the line ran.

FRONTeras Magazine Vol. 1 No. 4 The walk seemed harder today. His knees ached. The air felt light, the leaves were changing color. The clouds were thick and the sun played peekaboo. He wore thicker socks with hiking boots. His foot itched as he walked and the skin pressed against the hard leather. He was carrying three rods today. He had envisioned where he would place them. While walking, he noticed a bird. It was black with clear brown eyes. It was fluttering on the ground

FRONTeras Magazine Vol. 1 No. 3 He sat alone on the hammock listening to the birds settle in. He slowly swayed with the breeze between the two pecan trees. He could hear the water flow through the hose into the orange tree. He was reading a newspaper. He was studying the moon phase. He had decided that the best shot at a catan was on a hot day with minimal moonlight. He wondered where he should set up tonight. He took a long sip of cold water. Drops fell on his stomach as he

FRONTeras Magazine Vol 1. No. 1 Horacio went to the edge of the lake on the warm April evening as the sun was starting to tighten into the mountains. The walk down to the water was always therapeutic to him. He prayed and meditated with the sun. He played back moments of the line snag, the pull, and the setting of the hook in the stomach of the fish he could not see. He always left the house with the same hope of a fight, a catch. He was a simple man with rugged hands, strong

2025 FRONTeras Magazine Vol. 1 No. 3 Issue In the ’80s, a birthday meant a sheet cake from H-E-B, a gallon of Kool-Aid, and a fight for the only picnic table with shade at the park. Parents sat sweating through polyester while candles melted faster than frosting. Then came the ’90s, when Peter Piper Pizza and Chuck E. Cheese promised cool air and crowd control—if you didn’t mind sharing the space with four other kids and a mechanical rat. By the 2000s, someone got smart. They