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Tuesday, April 09, 2013

Women Writers At Work. Global Modernities Conference. Poetry Reader Contest. On-line Floricanto


Women Writers At Work Panel Discussion Fills  Eastside Café

Michael Sedano


El Sereno's Eastside Café is one of those spots whose four walls define a space but more importantly, contains a spirit and energy that fills one's heart and makes one long for silly things like winning the lotto and lugging in a wheelbarrow of cash, dumping it on the floor, and seeing what the gente can do with unlimited funding that matches their unlimited ganas.

Saturday, April 6, brought me to Eastside Café for a thoroughly engaging afternoon with a panel of accomplished writers and a full house of eager ears. Most listened through their fingers, taking notes on  consejos and anecdotes shared from the writers up front.



Organized in collaboration with Mujeres de Maíz, whose 2013 theme is "Identity Blinging," by Alejandra Sánchez for her Graduate Field Study at Antioch University Los Angeles, the discussion provided one of the capstones for a series of four workshops, platicas and readings curated by Sánchez and poets Olga García Echeverría and Iris de Anda.

Produced under the banner of "Weaving Words, Creating Worlds: Healing and Empowerment as Women Storytellers," the series clearly serves a strong writing community in this area of El Lay.


Sánchez prepared an extensive set of prompts that, initially, caught the panelists biting their tongues. Perhaps communication apprehension, or maybe the moderator did not provide advance copies to the panelists, but after a few moments of discomfited silence--who'll go first?--Fe Montes jumped in and got the panel moving in the right direction. 

Subjects covered the usual for a writers panel: how do you: promote yourself as a writer; promote your  your art; find publishing opportunity; find money; decide to self-publish; enter contests? 

Alejandra Sánchez moderated the discussion.
The prompts and questions worked. Saturday's audience sizzled with inspiration and the imperative to pursue the dream. 

Sensing and sensitive to a generation gap, I asked Alejandra Sánchez about that "identity blinging" phrase. She replies, "my take on Identity Blinging is this: 'blinging' is like showing your shine. Bling is a word for jewels, diamonds, sparkle. When one "blings" their identity they show their identity, shine themselves brightly, stand strong in their power and beauty.

Felicia "Fe" Montes 
Strength. Power. Beauty. Indeed, the women shone brilliantly, stood tall, and exhibited the strength that comes of determination to pursue the writing dream.

Here are women. Here are writers. Here is the ongoing fulfillment of Mujeres de Maíz' mission statement: Our mission is to unite and empower women of all ages, colors, and sexualities by creating safe community spaces that provide art education, mentorship, art exhibition, and publishing opportunities.

Bloguera Olga García Echeverría
The powerful message that no one makes a living from writing but that is no reason not to engage a passion for literary expression, energized the panelists. García, for example, told how she quit her job in California, pulled up stakes and headed to El Paso to join the University of Texas campus' frontera writing program. 

García related the importance of asking about honoraria when organizations ask her to read or conduct writing workshops. She and the others often work for free, but must use their time judiciously and not hesitate to ask if there's compensation.


An alternative to a cash payout is getting a table. When doing a free reading, that table can pull in a couple hundred dollars.

Jenny Factor
Jenny Factor offered the afternoon's most practical advice. While employed full-time in the dot com industry, Factor told the assembly she'd save a few dollars out of every paycheck, knowing that one day she would use the savings to support herself as she pursued her writing.

On the subject of entering contests--pay to play--Factor advocates prioritizing contests. Her "A" list included only her career-making opportunities: win one of these and the prize is a publication and notice from the big houses. 

The "B" list is contests whose winning would bring acclaim, perhaps a few dollars, but to advance one's career requires winning a handful of "B" levels.

"C" list contests are the attractive-sounding, obscure, small prize--or none--offerings that one could use to practice entering contests.

Factor observed she budgets a certain amount of cash each year for contests (and magazine subscriptions) and when she reaches her limit, ceases her participation.

center, Xochitl-Julisa Bermejo
Similarly superbly-organized, Xochitl-Julisa Bermejo talked about a reading series she organizes out of Venice's Beyond Baroque Literary | Arts Center in Venice, California, and how she manages a career teaching high school and her artistic career.

Serendipity comes into play. Bermejo recounted how she was semi-coerced into producing her first chapbook. She'd been invited to read at an important festival--by mistake. When Bermejo pointed that out, the organizers invited her anyway. Bermejo produced the chapbook in order to have something to show at the reading, giving her writing career an immediate boost.

Bermejo is not the only teacher on the panel. García, Montes, and Andrea García Mauk also work as school teachers, while Factor is on the Antioch faculty.

Andrea García Mauk
Andrea García Mauk offered the entrepreneuse side of writing. A graduate of film school, Mauk knows the challenges of getting projects funded. To resolve the issue, Mauk launched her own company, Dancing Horse Media Group.

Mauk and Dancing Horse Media are nearing completion of their initial print output, a multimedia cookbook featuring healthy, gluten-free recipes. 

Dancing Horse had a call for submissions in 2012. In a small world coincidence, Mauk told how an entry that arrived late was just the missing piece she wanted and accepted it for publication. Its writer is Sánchez.



Wrapping up the afternoon, Sánchez asked the panel to share a book title and encouraging anecdotes about serendipitous results and other inspirations learned from hard knocks that every published writer can recount. Sánchez observes, "it's important to end a platica with creative writers in a way that can be a springboard for more creativity and inspiration."

Alejandra Sánchez will round out the event with a summary article and the book titles the panelists recommended. In addition, a Mujeres de Maíz videographer documented the full session. La Bloga will provide a follow-up when Sánchez' website goes live.


Cal State LA Hosts Conference on Global Modernities

Must bust in early May / Orders from the DA / Look out kid, you've done it again.

La Bloga friend Roberto Cantú isn't singing Bob Dylan's "Subterranean Homesick Blues," but in early May, Cantú and his colleagues in the Gigi Gaucher-Morales Memorial Conference Series, the College of Arts and Letters, the College of Natural and Social Sciences, the Department of Chicano Studies, the Department of English, the Barry Munitz Fund, and the Emeriti Association, again sponsor their annual Spring event on May 3-4, 2013, Conference on Global Modernities.


Except for CSULA's hefty parking fees and dining, the Conference is public and free.

The event continues a conversation started at the 2011 edition of the Modernity, Critique, and Humanism conference. This year's focus falls on global demography, biodiversity, political and social movements in different parts of the world.

True to Cantú's dedication to scholarship, Conference on Global Modernities invites scholarly inspection of (a) practices of interaction in civic, communitarian, national, and global communication; (b) pedagogical forms of instruction that are emergent and innovative in the research and study of globalization; (c) challenges to our consumption habits by new research on endangered ecosystems and on the planet’s failing biodiversity; (d) theoretical innovations in the fields of literature and the arts, criticism, social theory, demographics, and philosophical and critical thought.

CSULA is not in Westwood but on the Eastside of town, where CSULA is the default election for students who cannot afford to go away to college. Home to a large population of "non-traditional" students like re-entry women, returning war Veterans, working full-time and going to school part-time gente, CSULA overlooks East Los from its hillside in El Sereno.

Find details on the Conference on Global Modernities website.


Mail Bag. 
Musical Evening Fundraiser for Tarahumara

The musical program by harpist extraordinaire Xavier Montes and Trio de Colores is a darn good reason to attend this worthwhile event. The guest list already confirming their attendance--a montón of notable artists and writers--will be another highlight of what promises to be a delightful evening of chatter, chow, and cancíones.

I'll see you there.


Mail Bag, from Tim Z. Hernandez
Tell Us Their Names - The "Deportees"

Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye, Rosalita,
Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria;
You won't have your names when you ride the big airplane,
All they will call you will be "deportees"

I don't know if their names were Juan, Rosaltia, Jésus and Maria, the deportees, but Tim Z. Hernandez' next novel will tell their stories and their names.

Indebted to the dead farmworkers for the novel, Hernandez has launched a project to erect a headstone bearing the names of the anonymous victims Unitedstatesian musical genius Woody Guthrie sings about in his song "Plane Wreck at Los Gatos."

The fundraiser for the headstone goes down in Fresno Califas. Click here for the venue's webpage.


Guthrie's son, Arlo, sings the song in this YouTube:





La Voz de San Antonio 

In the belief that poetry comes alive when spoken out loud, Carmen Tafolla invites members of the community to participate in La Voz de San Antonio...

Are you between ­ five and ninety-­five? Do you have a favorite poem of your own or a poem by a poet you love? It could be a poem your grandmother taught you in Spanish when you were five, something you recited in school 30 years ago, or something you wrote just last year. Come out and show the world your VOZ -- La Voz de San Antonio.
Abrazos,
Carment Tafolla
San Antonio Poet Laureate



To find out more, and to register online, click here for Gemini Ink's website.


On-line Floricanto: Second of Five for April Twenty-thirteen
Elena Díaz Bjorkquist, Tom Sheldon, Barrio Poet, Anne Karpiak, Elizabeth Cazessús


"We Stopped Talking" by Elena Díaz Bjorkquist
"Storytelling" by Tom Sheldon
"Oda para mi Madre" by Barrio Poet
"Shake the Web" by Anne Karpiak
“Caligrafía del milagro" por Elizabeth Cazessús


We Stopped Talking
by Elena Díaz Bjorkquist ©2013

She commandeered our group,
White woman on a mission
Shooting questions at us
About our projects.

We, a Pueblo Indian
A Chicana, and a Yaqui answered
Politely, kept our cool,
Dismissed her rudeness.

Just before time to report,
I asked about her project,
A movie about Tucson's
All Soul's Procession

She told us about people
Carrying giant puppets,
Painting their faces as skeletons,
Wearing costumes.

“More people are painting
Their faces the past few years.
It’s become
a new thing.”

I shook my head, "It's centuries
Old, came from Mexico."
"No,” she said, it's recent
Only in Tucson."

The others agreed with me.
I told her the procession
Was modeled after El Dia
De Los Muertos.

“No, it’s not,
Definitely not!”
“It’s a Tucson thing,
only in Tucson.”

She wouldn’t listen
So we stopped talking.

She reported for us
“Our group fell apart,” she said.
“These people
Refused to talk.”

The facilitator asked why.
“She wouldn’t listen to us,” I said.
“She was disrespectful,
So we stopped talking.”

Silence hung over the room
Like a heavy curtain,
A room full of Chicanos,
Native Americans, Asians.

No one talked
But we all knew.

When Folklore Field School
Was over, the facilitator asked
Our group to stay.
Only she stayed.

Next morning, she went
To each of us, apologized,
Said, “I don’t know what got in me,
Must have been my pain meds.”



Storytelling
by Tom Sheldon

The story circles
Searching for a center
A verbal shield
a mask a nimbus
Disclosing beyond appearances
Telling of a sacred mystery
Animals and warring twins
Sweeping Bajadass
And starry skies
con ursa major
Of shared beginnings
and told stories
Cool and delicate as snow melt
Legacies in a fragile web
Carried on voices
So that our children’s children
Become who they are intended to be



Oda para mi Madre
by Barrio Poet

I learned Spanish
reading your brown and white
paperback novels
with plump breasted
women
and square jawed romanticos

chaparrita con ojos verdes,
santaneca, güanaca,
madre eterna

your songs trailed through
the screen door
with the smell of roasted
chiles, disappearing
with the flight of pigeons
to rooftops with tiny rocks

Your voice, booming
still echoes
when I close my eyes
at mid afternoon as I try
to capture your sonnets
through memories of my juventud

your voice
a lullaby
a sigh
a jolt to the heart

for it stops at times

until you pray for me
clutching your rosario
y rezando un Padre Nuestro



SKAKE THE WEB
by Anne Karpiak

She opened the book..
they said it was medicine...
lines pulled from the earth...
each one patterning tomorrows yesterday..
I am acceptance...she felt...I am love...
another line whispered....
she left her offerings...
thank yous in the winds....
making medicine with medicine..the stickman said..
watching the spider weave it's web...
hatched weblings....scattering in every direction...
absorbed into the earth.....shaking the web...



CALIGRAFÍA DEL MILAGRO
por Elizabeth Cazessús

La ciudad se abre por la ventana y son tus gestos
Un corolario al sentimiento que desaparece en la lejania
El bullicio instrumentado: zumbido de autos y pregones
imitan garabatos que quedan en los márgenes de la odre.

Destila tu voz la revelación del sueño gota por gota
A la luz del poema que partió tu cuerpo con su rayo
Ese milagro nacido del río contenido de la pasión
Para cantarle al mes de abril su desesperada elegía.


Bios


"We Stopped Talking" by Elena Díaz Bjorkquist
"Storytelling" by Tom Sheldon
"Oda para mi Madre" by Barrio Poet
"Shake the Web" by Anne Karpiak
“Caligrafía del milagro" por Elizabeth Cazessús


Elena Díaz Björkquist. “I have enjoyed being a moderator on Poets Responding to SB 1070 since it’s creation by Francisco and Odilia. It’s a pleasure opening poems and reading so many wonderful works, but always difficult to select the ones for La Boga’s Floricanto. I like being a friend and mentor to many great poets on Facebook. Reading poetry is an inspiration for writing my own poetry.”

A writer, historian, and artist from Tucson, Elena writes about Morenci, Arizona where she was born. She is the author of two books, Suffer Smoke and Water from the Moon. Elena is co-editor of Sowing the Seeds, una cosecha de recuerdos and Our Spirit, Our Reality; our life experiences in stories and poems, anthologies written by her writers collective Sowing the Seeds.

As an Arizona Humanities Council (AHC) Scholar, Elena has performed as Teresa Urrea in a Chautauqua living history presentation and done presentations about Morenci, Arizona for twelve years. She received the 2012 Arizona Commission on the Arts Bill Desmond Writing Award for excelling nonfiction writing and the 2012 Arizona Humanities Council Dan Schilling Public Humanities Scholar Award in recognition of her work to enhance public awareness and understanding of the role that the humanities play in transforming lives and strengthening communities. She was nominated for Tucson Poet Laureate in 2012.

Her website is at http://elenadiazbjorkquist.com/.


Tom Sheldon. I was born and raised in New Mexico and come from a large Hispanic family. Since a very young I have always loved and appreciated the gift of creating in various forms. I am inspired by all mediums and particularly love nature, animals, and organic based topics. Southwestern themes and landscapes are among my favorites and the wonder and beauty of the Southwest continually inspires my artwork.
I am a self taught artist and have enjoyed a modicum of success, primarily in drawing and drafting. I have always utilized photography as a tool for composition and as an aid in drawing and painting, though recently I have begun to use photography as a medium in itself as well as a tool.
My work has been shown in local galleries, as well as the Museum of Natural History in Albuquerque. I have illustrated for Hawk Watch International (HWI) and have won art competitions at the State Fair level. I teach students on occasion as well.
In addition to drawing and painting, I write poetry, some of which has been featured in La Bloga,
Monique’s Passions e-magazine, Poets Supporting SB1070, Writers in the Storm, and Dreams and Divinities.


Born in East L.A., CA in 1973, Edward Vidaurre writes poetry about his upbringing and experiences of living in the barrio. Raised in Boyle Heights in the projects of Aliso Village, his poetry takes you through his memory of La Lucha. Known to his friends as Barrio Poet, Vidaurre says:” Sometimes the barrio claims us, holds us by our feet like roots in its field of chalk outlines closed off by the screaming yellow tape being pulled from its soul.”

Vidaurre is the founder of Pasta, Poetry & Vino and Barrio Poet Productions. He has been nominated for a pushcart prize for his poem, "Lorca in the Barrio" and also is co-editing an anthology called "Twenty" for Newtown, CT through El Zarape Press with Daniel Garcia Ordaz and Katie Hoerth.


Anne Karpiak is a Poet and Native Flute Player who lives in Buffalo, New York. Her photography, poetry and story have been featured in Yellow Medicine Review.  One of her poems can be found in Kim Shucks, Rabbit and Rose. Look for her poetry to be posted in April's poetry section of Indian Country Today for poetry month.



Tuesday, March 05, 2013

Studio Tour: Armando Baeza. Martín Espada Blesses Truth-tellers. On-Line Floricanto

Sculptor Armando Baeza at 89, Niños del Sol 55

Michael Sedano

Mario Trillo and Michael Sedano enjoy a delightful lunch with Alice and Armando Baeza to honor his 89th birthday.

Sculptor Armando Baeza celebrated his 89th birthday in February. To wish him a happy birthday, artist Mario Trillo and I drove over to share lunch with Baeza and his wife Alice. It was our good fortune to find Armando in the finishing stages of “Niños del Sol”.

No one can buy “Niños del Sol,” the sculpture must be earned. Baeza’s sculpture, mounted on walnut base, comes with an engraved plate for the recipient. The Los Angeles County Bilingual Directors Association recognizes individuals who make remarkable contributions to improving English Learning and for supporting Bilingual Education.


“Niños del Sol” poses two figures back to back, each looks to her left, together suggesting Janus-like perspective. The smiling figures appear to delight in their pose, beholding what lies just within their reach.

The hands and extended arms are a key element. In one pair, a figure holds her arms out shoulder high while her counterpart thrusts her arms toward the earth. In another pair, both figures lean backward supporting one antoher, holding open their inclined arms at contrasting angles.

Such alterations reflect aesthetic decisions that emerge in the sculpting process, as well as Armando's desire to produce a smooth finish in the cast work. Bubbles in the molten bronze rise through the angle of the limb. If a bubble lodges in its path and doesn’t properly evaporate, it mars finish and obscures detail. Corrective rework leads to extra labor and delays bringing the art to its audience.


Armando Baeza shows Mario Trillo "Niños Del Sol." Baeza says another two weeks work may have the model ready to be cast in bronze.


Armando Baeza inspects the model Niños Del Sol." He makes the model in two sections to ensure a cleaner cast.


Armando Baeza explains he's repositioned this hand of "Niños Del Sol." Bubbles in the fingers of an earlier edition forced today's redesign. Baeza remarks that numerous changes over the editions stem from effort to control errors and reduce repair time in the finishing stages of producing "Niños Del Sol."


Armando Baeza holds the model for "Niños Del Sol" in the current state. He is working on the 55th edition since its 1977 debut.


Armando Baeza uses a hot tip to add or remove tiny amounts of wax as he sculpts "Niños Del Sol". Baeza points out he creates the original model in clay or Plastaline. He applies pink wax to finish the small minute details. He then molds this in red wax, and that goes to the foundry.


Armando Baeza shows Mario Trillo how Baeza sculpts the contours of "Niños Del Sol," adding a bit of wax. Baeza uses a cottage cheese container to extend the reach of his exhaust system. The wax emits toxic gas as it melts.. Baeza reminds that all such wax products require effective ventilation. Safety counts.


Armando Baeza sees the final form and uses the hot iron tip to give the wax the finished shape. Baeza eventually will mold and cast a thin hollow model in a special red wax that does not leave residue.

He encases the red wax model in a homogeneous heat resistant material. Pouring molten bronze into the wax produces the sculpture in bronze.


Armando Baeza displays "Apache Horn Player" work in progress.


Armando Baeza examines "Apache Horn Player" work in progress. This is a difficult figure to cast owing to tiny detail in the fingers.


Mold and red wax cast of "Apache Horn Player" foto © Armando Baeza


Armando Baeza points to his workbench. He points out he sometimes works 8 to 10 hours nonstop. He's equipped the studio with key appliances like the heater behind him, a stereo, refrigerator, and cable television.

Armanno Baeza poses with Gil Cedillo's presentation copy of "Niños del sol." Foto: ©Armando Baeza.


"Niños del Sol", the artist's workbench, tools. Foto © Armando Baeza.


Oracy Notebook
Martín Espada Reads Jack Agüeros poem "Blessed Be the Truth-tellers"

When I conduct a "Reading Your Stuff Aloud" workshop I emphasize the importance of going out of your way to attend readings. Assess what others do that moves you, and copy that, adapting to your own comfort range.

La Bloga friend Martín Espada, whose reading of his own stuff marks him as one of the nation's three most effective oral interpreters of their own work, offers a workshop of vocal animation, pause, and phrasing in his reading of "Blessed Be the Truth-tellers," Espada's tribute to Jack Agüeros--the first writer Espada met.

Espada recently shared several performances with public television's Bill Moyers. Moyers' "Poets in Performance" segment features a diverse line-up of US poets. La Bloga readers will find a rich archive of superb readings at Latinopia.






Mailbag
Diosa Workshop in Highland Park

La Bloga friends Vanessa Acosta and Naomi Quiñonez email to share news of their workshop, Women, Poetry And Spirituality. A Poetry Workshop for Tapping Into The Sacred Feminine.

Poet-scholar Naomi Quiñonez promises a workshop that will help women tap into their Sacred Feminine (La Diosa in every woman) through the creative medium of poetry. Participants will be guided to recognize their creative and divine powers through readings, discussions, meditation, writing exercises and writing poetry. The workshop will support each woman in realizing her true value and worth within herself, her family and her community.

The $45.00 registration assures full participation in Dr. Quiñonez' workshop and the reading. Poet, educator, activist Quiñonez practices Mestiza spirituality fusing indigenous and Buddhists practices. She creates and facilitates moon circles and ceremonies principally for women of color. Quiñonez holds a Ph.D in American Studies from Claremont Graduate University and is the author of several collections of poetry and articles on Latina/os in the United States.

The Sunday, March 10 workshop begins at 7:00 p.m. at the American Indian Families Partnership on North Figueroa. Direct queries for more information and student rates to Naomi Quiñonez or Vanessa Acosta or telephone 323.602.6899.

Mailbag
¡Presente! Calling the Names of 28 Deportees



La Bloga friend Tim Z. Hernandez talks about the incredibly interesting idea for his current work-in-progress, recounting the lives of each of the "Mexican Nationals" killed in the Los Gatos plane crash memorialized in a Woody Guthrie song, Plane Wreck at Los Gatos (The Deportee Song).

Hernandez seeks to raise $10,000 to install a cemetery stone with the 28 names. Read details at Hernandez' website.


La Bloga On-line Floricanto First of Five for March 2013
Patrick Fontes, Richard Vargas, Andrea Mauk, David Romero, Mario A. Escobar


You Cannot Deport Their Spirits by Patrick Fontes
not a medal, but a poem by Richard Vargas
Bless Me, Grandmother Moon by Andrea Mauk
An Open Letter to Edward James Olmos by David Romero
The Cucaracha by Mario A. Escobar


You Cannot Deport Their Spirits
By Patrick Fontes

At twilight mantled candles beckon prayer
glimmer ghost dancing shadows flit across walls
healing a modern man's toil-wearied heart
resting my mind meditation empty of time
and space across the veil invoking haunting touch
two great grandfather Yaquis to possess
my awaiting body yielding pliant on edge
for imparted ancient unspeakable truths
without papers illegal to the racist state
bisabuelo Luna tall strong hands resurrected
Sonoran Rodriguez dark morose thinker
on both sides whispering “Miiiijoooooo eeeescuuchame”
Apache bisabuela rising against a Phoenix sunset
blowing through brilliant hued Arizonan ravines
banshee-like screams at the sight of dessert dead
flies across borders to visit her hijo
dead silence except wise ancestors who rise
across generations traversing barbed frontiers
freely floating cutting through wired parcels
no gringo harassment grabs hold arrests
our native ancestors who do not recognize
arrogant drawn political lines across their lands
no walls hold back their native force
joining me in my sweetest pillowed dreams
boldly crossing national borders rendezvous
a secret hushed ritual fills me
with ancient Yaqui Apache wisdom
each night beginning at phantom Twilight



not a medal, but a poem
by Richard Vargas

these children of the high desert
dressed in their best clothes
chasing each other around
tables and chairs where the
wedding party sits surrounded
by family and friends
this day to celebrate and remember
turned to grief and shock with
a flash a boom a puff of smoke
a little shoe flying through the air

these families with mud brick homes
demolished into dust and rubble
where bodies crushed and mangled
were pulled out only to be covered with
the same blankets they slept under
only a few hours ago
smothered in their dream
of malevolent angels
soaring above

these uniformed video game junkies
sitting in rooms across an ocean
and in the middle of another desert
surrounded by monitors
keyboards and hi-tech joy sticks
where words like “alleged” and
“probable” increase the pressure
of a thumb on a trigger button
until a child obliterated is written
up as the equivalent
of a dead goat

for actions degrading our humanity
and standing in the global community
uncle sam
i pin this poem on your chest
sorry for the prick
it will only bleed
a little bit



Bless Me, Grandmother Moon
By Andrea Mauk

I look at you
and you smile
as always.
We understand each other
both living with our heads
bobbing in the sky.
I am ragged today,
and I want you to bless me.
I kneel beneath you,
let your light bathe me in blue,
touch the tips of my hair
and the depths of my heart.
I want to live, Coyolxauhqui.
I have so much to do still,
and I am scared.
There is pain even when I breathe
and I am a giver,
so how can I ask for my energy back?
Where would I begin?
I fill the bathwater,
the old clawfoot tub
and add a cheesecloth sachet of
basil and white sage,
just enough herb-of-grace,
let it seep like té.
I add the seeds of luna rosa
so beauty can take hold
around me.
Tides flow through my core.
I soak and release
The walls of my house lie down.
The roof is retracted.
Now it's just me
and Grandmother Moon
and sleepy stars watching
high above my rose garden.

Forgive me and cleanse me,
Creator of life,
surround me with the guardians' auras
of light, love, healing, protection
and wisdom,
help me let go of all
that I no longer need
and open to destiny,
open to love, unselfish and true,
let go of hurt and anguish,
feed me clarity and harmony,
spirulina and chia,
let me touch the faces
of the ancestors that dance
in the sky.
Let copal smoke clear
the stale air,
let Grandmother Moon's
hands coax healing waves
upon the oceans
and massage the lands
until we are clean
and there is only love.
I want to live,
Coyolxauhqui.
There is so much to do
and I've barely begun.



An Open Letter to Edward James Olmos
by David Romero

Dear Edward James Olmos,
It has come to my attention
That you took a private jet
With Jan Brewer from the Super Bowl
Back to Arizona
I may have been deceived
Because
You are such an accomplished actor
But
It would appear that was your arm
Hanging over plush and white cushions
Draped over Brewer’s slippery shoulders
I may have been deceived
Because
You are such an accomplished actor
But
It looks like you two
Are smiling like old friends
In your Instagram
Picture together
#EdwardJamesOlmos
#ChicanoNoMore
Como se dice “Sell out?”
Como se dice “Race traitor?”
Como se dice
“Got-what-he-wanted
Then threw-us-under
The-freedom-bus
Headed for Arizona?”
Sounds like Moctezuma
Looks like nostrils flaring
Feels like saliva and mocos
Gathered up in mouth
And hurled at your feet
You have betrayed us
Edward James Olmos
“Now boarding”
Did you feel something
Deep
In the marrow of your bones
Telling you not to get on that plane?
Stories of corpses haunting the desert?
Of Minutemen patrols?
Did their victims give you pause?
Could you feel something
Tugging at your heartstrings?
Those violins
Serenading another funeral party
Did they move you?
Could you feel something
Like a knife stabbing into your traitor’s belly?
Did it stab into you like you were driving home
Stopped
In front of red and blue lights flashing
Frozen in terror
Watching as they came?
Did it hit you
Edward James Olmos
After you took the photo?
Did you excuse yourself?
Did you wipe the sin off of your hands
And lose yourself in a swirling drain of remorse?
Edward James Olmos
No
Of course you didn’t
Chale…
Edward James Olmos
You felt fine
Flying high
Jan Brewer never gets stopped
Governor Bruja can fly over borders
She gets what she wants
Travels with impunity
Because she owns the law
And besides… what’s the plight of your people
When you get an easy flight
Back from the Super Bowl?
Edward James Olmos
Chicano actor
Activist
What will you tell us?
That in that cramped airplane compartment
You maneuvered through niceties?
Dialogued about racial understanding
And social policy?
Or, will you tell us that you cursed her
Through those smiling teeth of yours?
Is that what you did?
No
Edward James Olmos
Because that would take… ganas
Ganas you apparently left in New Orleans
But if we are to tell stories
Here is one for you
Your plane never touched down in Arizona
It was grounded
It fit a profile
Of the 1%
Politicians
And sell-outs like yourself
A loud voice boomed
“Freeze
We need to see your papers and ID”
Jan Brewer was escorted from the plane
Belligerent and brought out in handcuffs
Tried
For her crimes against humanity
And you, Edward James Olmos?
We stripped you of your zoot suit
Of names we had held close to our hearts
For so many years
Adama
Gonzalez
Santana
Escalante
El Pachuco
Edward James Olmos
All we were left with
Was your sad carcass
An empty plane
And the realization
You had never been
The first Chicano
Anything.



The Cucaracha
by Mario A. Escobar

You survived the heat of the desert
Nature’s microwave
Nothing interrupts your breathing
Bloomed brown jasmine
Running through the devil’s garden
Between the empty bottles of the century
Running through Dante’s nine circles
While singing the journey with madness,
In silence hissing the chemical trail
Because no matter how many times
The boot oppresses
A new generation is born to follow
The wheel of dreams


Bios
You Cannot Deport Their Spirits by Patrick Fontes
not a medal, but a poem by Richard Vargas
Bless Me, Grandmother Moon by Andrea Mauk
An Open Letter to Edward James Olmos by David Romero
The Cucaracha by Mario A. Escobar

Currently I am a PhD candidate in history at Stanford University. My research
involves border issues, Mexican religion, the Virgin Mary, immigration into the
Southwest, and the criminalization of Chicano culture.
I grew up in Fresno, in a working class Chicano home. My father was a
construction worker, my mom, a waitress. My father grew up in makeshift tent
communities, picking crops up and down California in the 1950s and 1960s.
During the Mexican revolution my great grandfather, Jesus Luna, crossed the
border from Chihuahua into El Paso, then on to Fresno. In 1920 Jesus built a
Mexican style adobe house on the outskirts of the city, it is still our family’s
home and the center of our Mexican identity today. Nine decades of memories
adorn the plastered walls inside. In one corner, a photo of Bobby Kennedy hangs
next to an image of La Virgen de Zapopan; in another, an imposing altar to
Guadalupe.
The smells, voices, sounds, hopes and ghosts of familia who have gone before me
saturate my poems.

Richard Vargas was born and raised in So. California. He has published two collections of poetry: McLife, 2005, and American Jesus, 2007. He graduated from the University of New Mexico Creative Writing program with an MFA/Poetry, in 2010. His poetry has appeared in various literary journals, reviews, and anthologies. He was recipient of the 2011 Hispanic Writers Award / Taos Summer Writers Conference. He also was on the faculty of the 10th National Latino Writers Conference, May 2012. He just edited/published the 6th issue of The Más Tequila Review, a bi-annual poetry magazine featuring poets from across the country, and a few from beyond. He currently resides in Albuquerque, NM, looking for a job and a publisher for his third collection of poetry, Guernica, revisited. For more about Richard, check out his website http://rvargas54.wix.com/rvargas54


Andrea García Mauk grew up in Arizona, where both the immense beauty and harsh realities of living in the desert shaped her artistic soul. She calls Los Angeles home, but has also lived in Chicago, New York and Boston. She has worked in the music industry, and on various film and television productions. She writes short fiction, poetry, original screenplays and adaptations, and is currently finishing two novels. Her writing and artwork has been published and viewed in a variety of places such as on The Late, Late Show with Tom Snyder; The Journal of School Psychologists and Victorian Homes Magazine. Both her poetry and artwork have won awards. Several of her poems and a memoir are included in the 2011 anthology, Our Spirit, Our Reality, and her poetry is featured in the 2012 Mujeres de Maiz “‘Zine.” She is a regular contributor to Poets responding to SB 1070. Her poems have been chosen for publication on La Bloga’s Tuesday Floricanto numerous times. She is also a moderator of Diving Deeper, an online workshop for writers, and has written extensively about music, especially jazz, while working in the entertainment industry. Her production company, Dancing Horse Media Group, is currently in pre-production of her independent film, “Beautiful Dreamer,” based on her original screenplay and manuscript, and along with her partners, is producing a unique cookbook that blends healthful recipes with poetry and prose from the community.

Mario A. Escobar is the author of Gritos Interiores (Cuzcatlan Press, 2005), a book of poems written in response to California Proposition 187 and the novel Paciente 1980 (Orbis Press, 2012).His work has been featured in the anthology of poetry Desde el Epicentro(2008), and Underground Undergrads (UC Press, 2007), La Bloga (2012), Beltway Poetry Quarterly (2012). Born in El Salvador, he is a child of civil war who came to the US at age 12 and was raised in South Central and East Los Angeles, attaining asylum in this country in 2006. He holds a BA in Spanish Literature and Chicano Studies from UCLA, a Masters degree from Arizona State University. Escobar has lectured on the trauma of child soldiers at the University of Santa Barbara, the University of Los Angeles, the University of Southern California, and Arizona State University.