René Saldaña Jr.
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“Mi Revolución”
by René Saldaña, Jr. from I, Too, Am America: The New Chicano Sonnets for Le-Ann Alaniz A fingerful of you, Wet, on the top of my tongue. You are the Earth, Womb filled by Father Sun. Your thighs are the Devil’s breath Burning and tapping Sin on my shoulder With a slender finger. ¿Me das Continue reading
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National Poetry Month 2023
We’re doing something a little different for National Poetry Month. I noticed a lot of my pervious poetry posts become outdated when a YouTube video either gets removed or goes private. This year, I decided to make use of my Canva subscription to create pretty pictures with the poems embedded in them. This will also Continue reading
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And All That Could Have Been: With a Vengeance
Parts of me wonder why I even bother eating anymore. Those are the parts that handle the food I shove into my body. This life of taking pills before eating anything needed to end, I just thought I had more time. And this isn’t one of those eat-bland-foods-for-two-weeks-so-my-body-can-recover deals. This full on Sparta in what Continue reading
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And All That Could Have Been Pt. 2 The Electric Boogaloo.
I slaved away at an introduction for last night’s reading. Set to introduce Amado Balderas, a friend of mine, as the night’s MC (and every night’s MC), I didn’t want to screw it up. I didn’t, but I went off script. What I said and what I wrote were the same, though greatly edited. This Continue reading
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Important, Life-Changing Events First
“Why do you say such a sad, depressing thing?” she asks. The words fall from my lips because if I say them aloud, I somehow validate my fears. Sad, depressing things, however, have been my life’s bread and butter. I didn’t get this far being cheerful and optimistic. Lately, though, I don’t know. A new Continue reading
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When did this start?
It might have been a mistake when fellow writer Ronnie Garza let it slip that I was a “staple” in the local poetry community. Otherwise, I’m just being humble. I don’t believe anyone would agree with either or. I managed to go from hiding in the shadows to leaving them to returning to them in Continue reading
Chapin City Blues 