Coyote Journal

I was raised by a nanny for most of my life. She was an illegal immigrant from Guatemala that made it to Los Angeles, and then into my family home….

Coyote

All aboard, climb inside! Back of the van! Get back, Loretta! Only 1500 miles to the promised land! Farm jobs, construction, cleaning, meatpacking, don’t bleed when you’re cut or you…

Borders

  On the Eve we eat menudo. Onion mimics moon from a small bowl, glinted fractals of itself. Cilantro’s diced flesh lingers in the air. Bolilllos wait, steam rising. We…

Rooting

  . . . . . . . . . .Chihuahua Desert   Blood slid to soil and our roots splintered wide like needle-edged leaves of agave. We can never…