March 13, 2019
New Book - Available Now!
November 8, 2018
October 1, 2018
September 1, 2018
Coming in 2019!
April 5, 2018
I Am A Terrorist - Available Now!
February 15, 2018
23 La luna ("the moon")
March 1, 2017
Pushcart Nominated "El Barril"
December 31, 2016
Become a Deadly Weapon Now
November 21, 2016
El Apache, El Camaron and La Bota (Aji Magazine)
June 21, 2016
Verde blanco y colorado, la bandera del soldado. Green, white, and red, the flag of the soldier.
We draw a line in the sand and hop to thewhite side. Guns drawn and ready.Wave a far away hello to the Mexican side.
Momma always balanced well on the line;Made a habit of dipping her toe into the Mexicanwaters despite warnings.
Our light skin has been a blessing.
I never had to eat my ice cream somewhereI wasn’t wanted.I wiggle my line. Insist on learning to makeTortillas. I buy a comal and have my tomo todonext to the Monopoly. I holster all my guns.
I try to think I’d make my grandmotherproud.
Most of my family has forgotten the line. Theirguns are constantly drawn.The other side lost to generations.
Our light skin is a blessing.
Our grandmother’s ancestry a memory.On occasion it slips in,oh yea I’m half Mexicanbut they don’t mean to claim it, wish they hadn’t said itand they redraw the line. Aim warning shots.
The walls we build through ourselvesare the worst.
I install duolingo. Promise myselfto learn my grandmother’s language.I fail but I try.
I draw a line through the line.I refuse to forget.I call myself latina, chicana and queer.I want to make my grandmother proud.
Want her to know that even though hervoice was silenced, her language barred,her beauty stifled…
That I will carry it on.That I understand dueling Flags.
That I’ll draw my guns if I have to.
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