these are barrio sonnets getting buried underneath concrete

aching to return to tonantzin para un tiempo sin fin 

they they will ache con los nombres de nuestros antepasados

for the sake of becoming true freedom caught in la lengua 

somos quien somos y comos somos we accept you as you are

despite the cut tongues and the burned codices we are all here

waiting and resurrecting todos los lenguajes de nuestra gente

para liberal . set free the ghosts and find home on turtle island

all the nombres for her. all the places of her. para vernos uno al otro

adentro de todo este caos para crear otra vez . these lives

chicano poetry and codex works