Category mexicana

Poem: To The Primo I Never Knew

To the primo I never knew To live and die by the gun The calling of the streets Crawling under the rug The subway rats creeping in the fog Catch you slipping like a deep sleep Fingers on the trigger light up the streets For a moment reality creeps in A fight breaks out from […]

POEM: La Frontera (the border)

My mind wonders to a bleak time in my past Like a fog my thoughts clear My hand, his hand, my brother I follow Surround by a mad river, I see the new world a mist My madre, my sister a baby in her arms Our freedom, our desire, not knowing if it will last We […]