Category: chicano
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New poetry chapbook! American Campesino (15 poems for a pandemic)
Just published by Editorial Xingao! American Campesino 15 poems for a pandemic | 15 poemas para una pandemia Poems by Rubén Rangel Cover art, “La huelguista,” by Pedro Rodríguez (Saddle-stapled chapbook: 28 pages; August 2022) EDITOR’S NOTE: Chicano poet and radical community & working class organizer, Rubén Rangel, delivers compact and crystalline poems written in…
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arnoldo garcía: No longer Oakland
Three poems by Arnoldo García No longer Oakland The smell of Oakland, Trash-strewn wind The rotting smell of hamburgers mixing into the tail-pipes of carbon-monoxide a street-curb sewage sludge of leaves, discarded clothes and legs of chairs tilting the natural world over us I walk to work Alongside the streetwalkers The only ones who smile…
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Paradise under construction | A note on “Building Socialism” RPB poetry anthology
All poets, good or bad, with or without anti-capitalist politics, weak or strong anti-racist and anti-war practices, believe in and want paradise on earth. Paradise has different names according to the language your heart speaks. Paradise is where the beloved and I pour our souls into each other. Paradise is where I harmonize with the…
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Before your name becomes a wound
Before your name becomes a wound on my tongue a scar on my heart a drowning in my lungs Before your name becomes revenge for a past that was never yours fists that crush the face of your lover the sky a crumpled man, a prisoner of oblivion I will hold on to you I…
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Unrest: the revolution is a migrant girl
Jakelin Caal Maquin I. Unrest Every day I die a little bit in east Oakland Every day A little bit in a prison cell Every day A little more on the border Every day I go farther and father away Dying here and there In the valley in the fields In the warehouse packing vegetables,…
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International human rights day |Día internacional de los derechos humanos
Welcome to international human rights day: Human rights day is the day when you can be fully human, imperfect, immigrant, imbecilic, important, impotent to stop the U.S. disaster, immune to the past, immured with the possibilities of liberation, human liberation, in the new day. When indigenous indios are The People of the Earth The original human…
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Day of the Dead Word Festival | poems
Every day is the day of my dead 1. I harvest their suns and their pleasures erupt on my tongue My dead are troubled, always asking for more time on earth, Rebirth without redeath Love without betrayal Fire without water to burn alive They are not ghosts who inhabit the stairwells of my brain They…
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1492 return to the source (to make things right for humanity)
Teotihuacán I used to know how to fly I became terrestrial ever since Teotihuacán became mortal… I am emerging out of Teotihuacan, the place of goddesses and gods, that is, our original peoples * Every day is indigenous people’s day. Every year since 1492 has been filled with indigenous hope and then more resistance. Every day…
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The Edward Said Song
After the last sky, the birds will fly in the sky of my lungs, against the horizon of my heart, crushing the barbed-wire of my veins, entering into the great migration of my bones, the human revolution, the human revelation, the human rebellion, the last sky, the only sky The Palestinian sky the human sky…
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Azlant: Migrants in the kingdom of the real estate
Knowledge, transformation, affiliation… Migrants don’t travel. Migrants are at home on the road. There is no point of departure and return — return is the dream of all migrants. The seasons –winter, spring, summer, autumn, winter– are our places, our suns, our times and spaces for momentary rest, momentary placement. Displacement, movement, roots as sails,…
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