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JulioSueco

English and Spanish teacher in the Swedish Highlands

1066 Articles

Jovita Gonzáles Comment 2

By JulioSueco

1 Min Read

In Dew on the Thorn by Jovita Gonzáles1, the Anglo plays a rather significant roll not because we are not familiar with the eternal binomial in Chicano narrative between gringos and Chicanos but because it is an early ground we have walked upon before.…

comment 1

By JulioSueco

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I have come to realize that Chicano narrative has fitted quite nicely into American folklore because it is a vision. Chicanos in general all share a vision of what it was and what it might become. That is why Aztlán although despised by most Anglo loving…

Small town Angst

By JulioSueco

2 Min Read

I went to a festival in my small town Sweden were I in turn came under the influences of the spirits. Everybody knows everybody here. Now, am not trying to excuse the fact I behaved inappropriately at the festival, although I haven’t even described…

La araña

By JulioSueco

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I now know Spring is here. Arachnid traces whirl outside my window. The multilayer colored string plays its tune. This silent music rings hollow. I see but the wind play yet its vibrations fall in deaf ears. Yet I delight so in the colors the sun strikes…

Letters

By JulioSueco

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Hopefully it will not be long from now that I can retake my writing. It has been a long time since I really wrote. It’s not until this morning that my preoccupation with writing was what was being a hurdle of sorts in my writing. I worried about…

Cold

By JulioSueco

2 Min Read

I met this guy at work who had suffered a heart attack at least a year or two ago. He was a lot more plump and filled in his face then when I first caught eye of him which then I thought he was too skinny in his upper cranial self then the rest of his…

A mil thangs

By JulioSueco

4 Min Read

There are like a million things going on in my life. Worst yet my immigrant status in Sweden isn’t helping at all. The way I compare and contrast makes the lens I view the Swedish landscape with rather dirty, lopsided and at best old and worn out…

losing myself/uncovering the new

By JulioSueco

3 Min Read

Am finally losing it. I really thought I could keep up with the charade my persona displays in the everyday here in the Swedish Highlands. This charade, this coraza or core that shields me from the rest of society is slowly showing signs of fractures,…

Mojado

By JulioSueco

2 Min Read

When I was living in California during the 80’s and 90’s I never felt like an immigrant. I feared the migra and the ghost of deportation haunted me 24/7 no questions asked. But I never felt like an immigrant. I could never relate, for…

the Me in mestizo

By JulioSueco

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I plow the clouds undust the cumulus Santa Ana winds breeze by. It is march idle and restless. Evidence is aftersought. I gather intentions pack them tightly. Pursue wild dreams. This wandering I so easily scared Is a wannabe Heron. This Heron seeks…

Israeli rain

By JulioSueco

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Yet you instrument death at dawn. Like an old tune in Spring. A cacophony slicing scythe. New year meant nothing. This Aries dusk.

I bear with you

By JulioSueco

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I.- The eagle landed on a cactus back yonder. II.- Butterflies flew driven by Santana Winds. III.- Yes, I remember Satanta. Like a late autumn. IV.- Immobile I stare, this waft embraces.