Category Archives: Chicana Mother
April 2013 Poetry Challenge!
Everyday there is poetry! I shall try (yet again) for the third year in a row, to write a poem a day. Some with prompts, some without. Poem 1: The earth as a mother a blue planet seeks to rock
April 2013 Poetry Challenge!
Everyday there is poetry! I shall try (yet again) for the third year in a row, to write a poem a day. Some with prompts, some without. Poem 1: The earth as a mother a blue planet seeks to rock
Somewhere a baby is crying…
The earth knows me. She gives me pecans and mangoes and onions The birth of my own children is what I give back. . My children walk here. barefoot, brown-skinned, and thirsty. A river runs through here; cool water springs
Somewhere a baby is crying…
The earth knows me. She gives me pecans and mangoes and onions The birth of my own children is what I give back. . My children walk here. barefoot, brown-skinned, and thirsty. A river runs through here; cool water springs
Midnight Assassin
I met you in bed, like every other night this week, you closed your grip on my eyelids then flip them up again… blade swift. Insomnia you bring me to you like remnants of a kill. I write. I write
Midnight Assassin
I met you in bed, like every other night this week, you closed your grip on my eyelids then flip them up again… blade swift. Insomnia you bring me to you like remnants of a kill. I write. I write
I’ve been writing poetry…
Honestly, I’ve been writing poetry every day. You don’t have to believe me… but it’s true. The thing that happens when I write poetry everyday, is I over edit. Then I end up with all sorts of mushy poetry that
I’ve been writing poetry…
Honestly, I’ve been writing poetry every day. You don’t have to believe me… but it’s true. The thing that happens when I write poetry everyday, is I over edit. Then I end up with all sorts of mushy poetry that
Today’s Poem
Because I was very busy all day… I think I shall consider this poem a good start to a longer piece and officially today’s poem in day 2 of the 30 days 30 poems challenge. Daddy Says Chairs- sometimes pronounced
Today’s Poem
Because I was very busy all day… I think I shall consider this poem a good start to a longer piece and officially today’s poem in day 2 of the 30 days 30 poems challenge. Daddy Says Chairs- sometimes pronounced
a clip from my essay, “Line of Decent”.
Our marriage counselor said, “Oh, you two are going to have a beautiful baby… with your skin tone and his hazel eyes.” I looked at my twenty year old husband and smiled. He held me from behind like a rag
a clip from my essay, “Line of Decent”.
Our marriage counselor said, “Oh, you two are going to have a beautiful baby… with your skin tone and his hazel eyes.” I looked at my twenty year old husband and smiled. He held me from behind like a rag
Turn Tail and Run
Today in Oswego, NY, the horror that is my hometown, the snow has piled up about two feet over night. The landlord is out snow-blowing the sidewalk and my car is covered like a wedding cake. I open the back
Turn Tail and Run
Today in Oswego, NY, the horror that is my hometown, the snow has piled up about two feet over night. The landlord is out snow-blowing the sidewalk and my car is covered like a wedding cake. I open the back
Porch lit
The deep red carpet was suffocating in the living room that was hotter than a porch lit barrio on a Saturday nightI sat out there watching for my momma to come home from the dance clubit was nearly midnightbut the
Porch lit
The deep red carpet was suffocating in the living room that was hotter than a porch lit barrio on a Saturday nightI sat out there watching for my momma to come home from the dance clubit was nearly midnightbut the
Tacoland
I was there! http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=113892215 So there was this punk rock moment in Queen Viktoria’s history where I visited my little brother at Tacoland in San Antonio, Texas. Moses, my littlest brother, was (still is) a hardcore punk rawker! I was
Tacoland
I was there! http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=113892215 So there was this punk rock moment in Queen Viktoria’s history where I visited my little brother at Tacoland in San Antonio, Texas. Moses, my littlest brother, was (still is) a hardcore punk rawker! I was
from “Rosewater and Aspercreme”
Mom is the kind of grandmother who calls me “Heaven”. She calls all of grandkids “Heaven”. My sister and brother and I crowd her for hugs like puppies at the door. We have to ask if we are going
from “Rosewater and Aspercreme”
Mom is the kind of grandmother who calls me “Heaven”. She calls all of grandkids “Heaven”. My sister and brother and I crowd her for hugs like puppies at the door. We have to ask if we are going
