Monthly Archives: August 2004

Spanish has always been a problem in Aztlán. Though am second guessing this problem is slowly turning a leaf in the collective concious in as much as Native Americans are more and more preferring to be addressed as that or … Continue reading →

Los miras caminando por las calles. Hay veces que se detienen y causan curiosidad por la plaquita que les cuelga en el bolsillo derecho de su camisa blanca. Es como un uniforme, con corbata negra, camisa blanca, pantalones negros y … Continue reading →

Passively scouring the media Sifting through human remains Am bombarded my eyes shot red Left riddled with half-cooked notions I trod on in ether all teared Through the bardwired wide world web Seeking not knowing what Respite from the pain … Continue reading →

My awareness One moment to another Measured by the morning sun Finished by the nightly stars Skirrs like the wind that fills my lungs I sense no motion Only conmotion I dread the passing of the hours Making me feel … Continue reading →

crunching metal twisting engine sounds that promise clear blue skies on a loft out there.

Se reduce a la imposibilidad de í«xpresión, ella, ella me corta, con tijeras invisibles, cualquier trazo o seña de felicidad justo al momento de brotar.

dijo que no es así la soledad quizá sea si tan sólo una excusa para entretenernos. Un presente efímero. Más yo siempre he vivido con ella. así haya billones con quién compartir. Así que si algo he aprendido es saber … Continue reading →

The clouds were in a hurry today. They moved like on a call. Giving out a radiant white look, they were cumulus on a majestic trek. I saw the wind too shake the electric wires hanging midair between the sky … Continue reading →

He estado leyendo por varios meses el libro de la escritora libanesa Hanan al-Shaykh, Beirut Blues. No es que sea un Don Quijote, es más ni llega a las 400 páginas pero me ha costado leerlo, junto al de Salman … Continue reading →

That night spelled out so many things, like a petate strewn on the floor. My brain lay idle awaiting answers. I couldn’t figure A from Z to be frank, and I was. Frank’s the name. I was born in Aztlan. … Continue reading →