Yonder Lies It

Author: JulioSueco

  • thoughts

    Ok, am slowly but surely regaining my confidence again on this site, what I will most likely do is keep this crap at a mininum, the blogging part, not my…

  • Hej!

  • I am

    I shall no longer be subjected or fall into that treacherous pit, I am mexican Xicano and I speak english as a primary source of communication. I shall no longer…

  • Last Autumn Day

    The long many metal blades caress the soggy brittle leaves that layeth strewn about that a sudden October gust of a now long past nordic wind rearranged; in their grey…

  • Peregrinos de Aztlán

    Well I’ve been slacking. I was forced upon a swath the size of the Congress Library of work to do, and what did I do today? Slack, that’s right ese!…

  • Ditch the Logan Act!

    I have always wondered why the Mexican government hasn’t really taken advantage of the bilingual population that it has along its 3000 kilometer long border con los gabachos. I mean…

  • We are

    I Xican@ Shall nothing to do About losers and winners -with that 1848 date long ago come to pass it has That bloody threshold birthing — Crieth the child hast…

  • Future issues facing the Xican@ culture

    I see three pressing issues that the Xican@ must face soon, or in the near future. 1.- Not all Xican@s have spanish or derive pride in the ideology which infuses…

  • dualities in bilingual speakers

    So there are dualities in Xicano bilingualism. However, I believe that what am about to divulge here covers pretty much trilinguals and quatrilinguals as well because in essence that which…

  • Spanish and Xicanismo

    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…

  • Nada

    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…

  • Luther in Me

    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…