Soy Güera 

Mi corazon, an ivory-veined granite rock
tossed into the Rio Grande moons ago.
I want to float up, pierce the muddied waters
like a machete and fight for what’s right;
for mis hermanas, but I’m only half, not real.
I want to be one with you, but I’m güera,
I’m fighting my own guerra at home.

Scary Times for Men

Christine woke up from a nightmare in an Alaskan Best Western, before realizing she wasn’t dreaming. “This is a very scary time for young men in America,” the man in the t.v. blasted.   She hadn’t come far enough north. So she unplugged, strapped on her big red hiking boots (the better to kick with) and escapedContinue reading “Scary Times for Men”

I GOT WOKE

Wearing my running shoes and favorite stretch pants, I was almost ready as I drove across the valley, still groggy and with a cup of coffee in hand. But when I arrived at the Universal Studio train station and then circled the parking lot, it became clear I wasn’t going to find a spot. IContinue reading “I GOT WOKE”