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My true color
I speak the languageAnd mostly look the partBut you have no ideaThe color of my heart Many people have tried to categorize me as Mexican or LatinX until they realize that I can not speak a word of Spanish beyond “Gracias”. A few have decided that I must be Polynesian or Filipino. Whatever, y’all. My…
I wonder
I am sitting here, for the 3rd day, held captive by the last gasp of the monster winter storm that did a fly-by over the weekend. While me and the dog have been languishing in our privilege of heat and shelter, with no power interruptions during the storm, another peaceful observer of protests against ICE…
Memory
We forget quickly, but events in this world have been speeding by at dizzying speed since the new millennium dawned. I remember strange things, horrible things, that are no longer mentioned in the public square. My surety these days is that none of what we’re seeing now is new. The hatred and intolerance, the greed…
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