by graciela | Aug 5, 2019 | Uncategorized
Kids from ranches and barrios. Border Patrol kids and State of Texas kids. Shoe salesman kids and plumber and welder and seamstress kids. And in my school room, I never saw an apple on a teacher’s desk. I never saw a kid give my teacher an apple. Doesn’t mean it...
by graciela | Aug 5, 2019 | Uncategorized
That raccoon calls every night For many nights Maybe weeks Its soft trilled story travels the night Tells everything in my heart Touches wounds and happy memories Together Every night It sits in the same place. Talks Every night I lie in the same bed. Listen And wish...
by graciela | Aug 5, 2019 | Uncategorized
I can’t keep their names straight Anymore. I used to try. Now it feels hopeless. I didn’t see Magic cringe When Dylann entered the room to join the Bible Study. I didn’t hear Mystery weep The angels in the room wept As parishioners warmly welcomed the white boy to...
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