a notebook that i began one summer in ysleta, tejas, ept. it continues east, following the course of el río grande~bravo to El Valle and into the gulf of méxico...
Saturday, June 14, 2008
"...if a poem is not itself love it is noise easy as carrying a sign for the descendants of my ancestors, still landless"
-by Demetria Martínez from "Rally" in Breathing Between the Lines
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