Poetry

How to Stop a Colonizer’s Tongue: A Sonnet After Visiting Anzaldúa’s Archives

Break
the (cult)ure’s spell –
consensual reality.
Now, take his pen.

Stop
to bite your thumb
in his general direction.
Now, take his sword.

Heal
from oppression
bloodied wounds on tongue, mind, & soul.
Yes, take his gun.

Create
necessary chaos:
melt gun, stab sword in stone, use the pen –
make the tongue your own.

they say we crossed the border

but the truth is

of the gods’ particle out here

even if we are dying

if the ball dropped into the center of the dome

that does not conserve the four corners

let them fold in to the center

wait, let me start over

as long as you don’t observe the signs

let me explain how electro

is relative but (greater than) > relativity

stronger than gravity but (weaker than) < electromagnetism & nuclear forces

it’s out there right

you just don’t see it

it does not ex

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THE WAY, FROM OVER THERE

Nican mopohua

Aqui se narra

Here it is told

You get the idea.

This Full Moon resonates with ancestral spirits

Those ghosts of past generations,

Who watch silently over our lives,

May be heard tonight…

WHIS PER ING

wisdom and guidance.

But I wonder,

Why do they suddenly have so

much guidance from beyond?

Why is it they never

shared this wisdom while here?

Do they bring stories?

Do they carry songs?

Do they deliver curas or curses?

My hairs