Poetry
Autumn 1993
When Living Was a Labor Camp Called Montgomery
you joined the family each summer to sort dried figs. From Santa Maria to Gilroy, Brawley to Stockton, you settled in rows of red cabins hidden behind the orchards. You […]
Poetry
Autumn 1993
La Curandera
She shuffles to the door on faded scuffs. Her breasts sway beneath the bodice of her mumu, but the hands that welcome me are warm, the skin like old paper […]
Poetry
Autumn 1993
Las Rubias
1. dear modern womens magazine the ads say you can be a breck model too but I know thats not true at least not unless they bleach my skin to […]
Poetry
Autumn 1993
Other Marías
Once there were 50 Marías each with 50 lovers. There was María Luz the secretary who crooned Latin-French-Spanish to her Brazilian sailor, the son of a diplomat, who brought her […]