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The Paisano

Independent Student Newspaper for the University of Texas at San Antonio

The Paisano

Independent Student Newspaper for the University of Texas at San Antonio

The Paisano

Poetry by Helen

Poetry by Helen

Helen Tippins, Contributor April 14, 2026

Maybe if I healed and prayed, you would be healed and stayed.. Maybe in another life we fell in love without the fight  Maybe if I said the truth, we could snuggle up and drink wine in a booth  Instead...

THE DEVIL AT MY CARDOOR

THE DEVIL AT MY CARDOOR

Ezequiel Pena, Staff Writer October 1, 2025

Slowly rolling into the clear spot  My car found peace  And then my foot stepped to the east  When near it a black toy my eye caught    Picking it up, its form was clear  And...

Frozen Meat

Frozen Meat

Roxanna Rodriguez, Contributor September 23, 2025

Beatrice had given up. For three nights in a row, she served Gerald the kind of food that would make a man’s dick shrivel up. “That’s what happens when you freeze it,” said Gerald. “You gotta...

The last summer - Chapter 5: Connor

The last summer – Chapter 5: Connor

Allana Llabres, Assistant Social Media Manager November 6, 2023

Prom was a disaster. Despite my unexpected crowning as prom king, I couldn’t shake my feeling of emptiness. It was supposed to be a moment of celebration, but instead, it felt like a reminder of what...

The last summer - Chapter 1: Lola

The last summer – Chapter 1: Lola

Allana Llabres, Staff Writer September 5, 2023

People say when you’re young, you’re supposed to make dumb decisions. It’s always “yolo” and people telling us to go out and have fun, but then they constantly criticize our decisions, and they...

In a club called Kooky

In a club called Kooky

Nicholas Kingman, Staff Writer August 29, 2023

We were somewhere outside of Gallup about 12 miles from the Arizona state line crossing into the Painted Desert. The blistering summer sun dried our faces into leather masks and by the end of the day I...

Rouge Noir

Rouge Noir

Sabrina Longoria March 30, 2018

When the wolf skulked through the woods, Red betrayed not a single fear, though her curling fingers did tremble, Mother’s warnings grown constant in her ear. Be wary, my sweet, for you are...

What it means to be a writer

Editorial staff August 22, 2017

Being a writer means having a passion for words and the structure of communication. There are many sides to being a writer. There are worlds inside a creative writer’s mind that other people cannot even...

How Do You Relax?

January 21, 2015

I do enjoy a bit of fun here and there. I find it quite relaxing in the face of all my work and stress. Surprising to some, my fun has mostly come through enjoying a light nap in a sunny field. Just...

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