chicano landscapes in a post trump era we might want to call him a joke but he’s pointed at the cancer we are needing to sink into look at examine and reimagine somewhere along the lines we stopped believing that this hatred was buried in our passed that these were all just isolated incidents andContinue reading “mexican jazz 69”
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mexican jazz part 68
we are the bones rattling across this turtle island we are the names underneath stone tongues we are all the same dream. awakened passed any notions of race or creed. but we are born of lines of d.n.a. that map our sinew, our blood, our stellae. we are the day keepers from all directions. butContinue reading “mexican jazz part 68”
mexican jazz 67
these are the worlds we occupy between the red and the black between the american and the mexican someone might want to say just drop the mexican you’re american now. and miss the point entirely is the space inbetween that holds the truth. regardless if you know spanish. regardless if you know enough english somewhereContinue reading “mexican jazz 67”
mexican jazz 66
we are the stone calendar left in el mercadito we are the tortilla space ship wandering down cesar chavez avenue we are waiting for the malignant tumor to disappear from marias pansa its the milagro we are all waiting for somewhere underneath the sun we remember we are the ones that came before ourContinue reading “mexican jazz 66”
mexican jazz part 65
we are the ones waking up to freejoles, pan dulce and mexican american dreams caught inbetween paperless borders. more ghost come into the mexica landscape pheasant feathers start to fall next to crumbles of copal. the sidewalk littered with glitter, papel picado and notions of what it means to graduate roosevelt high in this postContinue reading “mexican jazz part 65”
mexican jazz part 64
they tried to deny centro american women and their children rights to an asylum case. even though they know that 90 percent of the women and children fleeing have the right. somehow locking them up in cages. incarcerating children. becomes the place where we have spent our money and our resources. this is somehow aContinue reading “mexican jazz part 64”
mexican jazz part 63
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mexican jazz part 63
we are the memory dancing in tonantzin we are the nobody buried nameless underneath the frontera we are the thirsty drowning place on turtle island we are the sun people no one will forget despite nafta, narco politics, coca cola or all other monsanto derivatives. we are the wayward luna. dancing. opening the ghost ofContinue reading “mexican jazz part 63”
mexican jazz parte 62
there are places in the sun . where we can remember all the parts that are mexican . all the parts that are pre-american. all the parts that were placed in slave ships and reside in the wings of our spines there are places in the sun. where we become the memory of our fathersContinue reading “mexican jazz parte 62”
mexican jazz 61
along the frontera my tongue lives there my corazon lives there. we are the border talkers between spanish ingles y the inbetween lenguas someone bought your frida khalo friday portriat but they hate your zapata bunny feet abstract painting maybe you should consider reselling your tongue to mexican american ghosts to see if there willContinue reading “mexican jazz 61”
