Archive for the ‘Luis Alberto Urrea’ Tag

We Struggle Together   1 comment

We Stroggle Together-72We Struggle Together — Photo-Artistry by kenne

“listen to the clock
listen, to time, listen
to rattler’s warning maracas
listen, like the culebra, with
your tongues:
listen like rocks
listen to snow
hear it: hear it, mi gente, all
of it—hear the hate when its splashes,
the love when it weeps
listen to the rail lines ringing
listen to the cymbal sizzle of weeds,
the grito of wind
cutting around locked gates, palomas,
rummy wino’s holy Halsted cough

— from the poem Listen by Luis Alberto Urrea

Cactus Wren Atop A Saguaro Cactus   Leave a comment

Madera CanyonCactus Wren Atop A Saguaro Cactus — Image by kenne

Despairing of God
I went to the desert
to seek my own saint.

— from Sonoran Desert Sutras by Luis Alberto Urrea

Sun Bathing Saguaro   Leave a comment

Saguaro Sun blogSun Bathing Saguaro — Image by kenne

“The sky peeled back for a moment,
and a weak ray of sunset spilled over the scene
like the diseased eye of some forgetful god —
the light bearing with it cold in place of heat.” 

― Luis Alberto Urrea, Into the Beautiful North

Mayo Woman   2 comments

Flatbread Woman (1 of 1) art blogMayo Woman Alamos, Sonora– Computer Art by kenne

She had no poems —

learned alone to sing out

our summer sorrows.

— Sonoran Desert Sutras by Luis Alberto Urrea



Full Moon Over The Sea of Cortez   Leave a comment

Moon Setting at Guaymas (1 of 1) blogFull Moon Over The Sea Of Cortez (January 25, 2016) Image by kenne

I had a paper moon. Stamped and certified. Mine was

a colonia moon, a barrio moon, a suburban moon. I

knew where I was, where I was supposed to be, where

I was allowed to go, and that was anywhere. We lived

the outhouse moon, the tortilla moon, the channel

12 bullfight Tijuana moon. And then we migrated 

north, like monarchs, following the light.

. . . My moon rose over tidy houses. 

— from the poem “Codex Luna” by Luis Alberto Urrea

Sonoran Desert Sunrise   2 comments

sunrise-1-of-1-7-blog ISonoran Desert Sunrise — Image by kenne

Despairing of God, I came to the desert seeking saints.
The tongue of the tribe sleeping in my family
whispers spiny songs: chumpaco / place where they killed
the dogs: huirives / bird: bacochibampo / the water of the
serpents: bajeribampo / water of the lizards: cuirimpo /
the place of the drummers.

— from 48 Roadsongs by Luis Alberto Urrea

Grunge Art Window   1 comment

Window (1 of 1) grunge art blogGrunge Art Window by 

In Tijuana
they said Juárez
was the pueblo where old
whores went to die, where
25 cent bought flesh

by the river, no
body loved you,Sister —
so close to  Texas
so far from

— from “Siege Communiqué” by Luis Alberto Urrea

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