Nihil perditum
There is a serious dearth of latinamerican people in my surroundings and I seldom meet any anymore here in my neck of the woods or right smack in the middle of nothingness. I traverse the quotidian as I go about my routine and rut and if by perchance I…
Read MoreQuinto comment II
In relation to the Fifth Comment: Here in Sweden, Swedes can’t see beyond my ethnic look or what their eyes tell them I am. A brown person. So the idea of an American has also been hijacked by color lines. Although, much to my surprise Swedes…
Read MoreThe Metrosex in me
When I go the market I look for fresh produce be it vegetables, fruits or, je! beer. Yet the brits somehow have a weird and twisted meaning to it that just baffles the living daylights out of my Xicano skull. Israel in fresh Lebanon strikes Fresh…
Read MoreQue vivan los muertos de la guerra
Listen: Los ABCs ¡Qué vivan los muertos! Sing Along Download the song! Los ABCs: is a five-minute Xicano docu-animation cataloguing the real-life testimony of skeletons who have returned to tell their stories of life and death at war. Do you remember…
Read Morethe hyphen in mexican-american
Dedico este poema a mi amigo Luis A. López, Aztec Poet at large. I am Xicano mexicano ese though not del Otro Saite. with spanish colors my brown iris paints la Línea, el bordo, muros and walls of my cantón homes. I became what el desierto made out of…
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