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The Chicano Movement didn’t fail. I have found Aztlan. It’s a real place. First off, I consider myself Chicano. For me, this means that I am a bilingual, biliterate person of Mexican-American descent who is interested in the reclamation of… Continue Reading →
It can seem strange that I write about addiction and depression; as well as, writing and music and computers. The thing is that, to me, they’re all part of the same thing: My identity. This identity of mine is how… Continue Reading →
One of the questions I get asked, all the time, is, “Why is your culture so important to you?” Though I hear it all the time, I’m amazed that it’s even asked. In my experience, it seems like people tend… Continue Reading →
In the barrio where I grew up, we called ourselves, Chicanos. I always believed that was what I was: A Chicano kid. I had no idea growing up that there isn’t any real such thing as a Chicano. I came… Continue Reading →
When I was young, maybe nine or ten years old, I wore a purple t-shirt that had a muscle-bound guy wearing a “wife-beater” and blue bandana over his head. He had his fist raised to the sky and behind him… Continue Reading →
Most mornings, I look out my hallway window and watch the sky turn bright rust. I’ve always loved the early morning sky-glow: All the words yet to write and ideas yet to learn swell inside of me – a rising… Continue Reading →
Every time I run through a particular alley, there’s this little dog that attacks me from a hole in his fence. His head pops through and his vicious round head snaps at me. There’s really no way he can reach… Continue Reading →
My sense of ethics grew from an early experience that happened when I was around nine years old. Considering the fact that I had started catechism four years prior, it would seem that religious education would have drilled some sort… Continue Reading →
Journey to Aztlan is the powerful, inspirational, and heartwarming story about how one man overcame life-threatening Depression and found love. Juan Blea was ready to end his life. Depression had claimed his soul and left him seeing few options for… Continue Reading →
I stash myself in words and in borrowed thoughts. chunks of me cover blank pages that were once a redemptive smile on a broken man’s face. the corners of his mouth purse away my own tears his eyes are my… Continue Reading →
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