Soy la niña de la calle frijol – piel morena – nopal en la frente y patas de Michoacán. Mis pies corrieron sobre el cerro! y yo todo el tiempo preguntando “y porque nos escondemos?” Mi mama dijo – “emos llegado a la tierra de leche y miel,” – nunca sabia que las abejas […]
Read more "Diana: A Tragic Comedy "As I part my hair, I see another. That silver thread peaking out of my scalp, “number 9!” I say; as I count the gray hairs in my head. Perhaps I’ll be a silver fox giving my already stand off look more edge? I sit and reflect on my accomplishments. I reflect on my failures, […]
Read more "Just 28"It starts as a spark. Someone says something that rubs you the wrong way, and away you go. It seaps into your spine like cold water over a hot pan…you hear it sizzle. The bubbles boil and then your skin tightens. Your teeth grind back and forth as they try to make a sentence, “stop.” […]
Read more "Only if I turned Green"Sonder. You are background to another’s life. Yet you are the lead role in your own little production called, “Tu Vida” Then when you least expect it – he enters; Scene 6 Act 12 You get introduced and he hesitates making eye contact. You make a joke to break the ice, he doesn’t smile or laugh, but […]
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Diana La Chingona 