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Abelejos

About Me


Poesia, paz, tranquilidad. Music and the muse, el cuidado del medio ambiente y vueltas sobre la pista... turns on the dance floor to a polka tejana or straight up cumbia. Child of the flor y canto generation, a movimiento baby who wore a Che Guevara t-shirt at nine and protested police brutality alongside older siblings who wore their Brown Berets with pride. Protegido de poetas raulrsalinas, Trinidad Sanchez and Cherrie Moraga. Reared at Resistencia Books, Casa de Red Salmon Press. A child actor who worked on SONRISAS, one of the first PBS bilingual educational television series ever created. Props to Aida Barrera who created and produced both Sonrisas and Carrascolendas. Co-founder of Teatro Libertad and the Cultural Warriors. Poetry teacher inside the halls with incarcerated youth at Eastlake and Sylmar. Godfather to Clumsy AKA Edderic Aguilar who I baptized in the Eastlake Juvenile Hall gymnasium.Wordslinger from way back, a danzante who's lost his way and prays that he will find his footsteps back to the circle someday. Lodge dweller and a student of Black Elk. Tanto el hijo del jaguar y el aguila como la paloma, el cenzontle y la chuparrosa. I dance to the ancient drum and live for the flower song.BROOKLYN & BOYLE IS HERE! ASK FOR IT LOOK FOR IT! READ IT AND TELL US WHAT YOU THINK!!!!

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

Good people, earth people, sprites and duendes. Dancers, poets, singers, músicos, dreamers and elders. Dick Tracy, God, Bhudda, Mohammed, Mother Theresa, Osama Bin Laden, Dali Llama, Peter Parker, Stan Lee, William Rice Burroughs. Jesus Christ. Nezahualcoyotl. Comandante Marcos. Fidel Castro.

My Blog

SEASON OF DESPAIR

It is the iron and blood offered on blue black Flower stems or rusting hulks of palm tree decay the children who rage and perish in gray cellblock Isolation medicated under guard and lock and key ...
Posted by on Tue, 19 May 2009 16:18:00 GMT

Legalización hoy

Legalización hoyParo total de las redadasNo a programas neobracerosIn this, my own small way,I make an offering ofPeace and loveInvoking herMamasanJuliana Vela Zepedaartesana, madreForgiving spiritDe ...
Posted by on Mon, 20 Apr 2009 10:37:00 GMT

Un Año Despues

                para mi madre y la hija de ehecatlDe los llantos, los correos locoslas llamadashacia la nadadesde ese vaporcomo alientoquizas un suspiroy por un ladoun solo gritode ya no quieromie...
Posted by on Mon, 13 Apr 2009 16:13:00 GMT

Walk Like César

               en honor de las Mujeres de MaízWalk like CésarLive like CésarBe like CésarDream like CésarFight like CésarGive thanks tomen like Césarbut remember tooyour mothersand your sisterswho fig...
Posted by on Wed, 11 Mar 2009 07:25:00 GMT

DOMINÓ A MORIR

A mi Tio Jacinto, fiel cangrejo, obrero-campesinoHa de estar en otras luchasGuerras, revolucionesO quizas esos juegosDe huesos amarfiladosSu esquema formidableDe hacer florecerLos multiplicados de cin...
Posted by on Wed, 18 Feb 2009 14:24:00 GMT

Hubiera Cumplido Sus Setenta

para Juliana Zepeda VelaEn el día del amor y la amistadhubiera cumplido sus sesentahubieramos celebradotantos años de orgulloy alegría a su ladohubieramos cantadocon ganas la...
Posted by on Fri, 13 Feb 2009 01:40:00 GMT

QUE CULERO EN EL DIA DE SAN VALENTIN

Que culero no poder llamarte para escuchar tu vozQue culero despertar hoy con ganas de hacerte el amorQue culero haberte dejado abandonada año tras añoQue culero no sentir tus pestañas sobre mis mejil...
Posted by on Sat, 31 Jan 2009 15:19:00 GMT

IN GAZA

In Gaza, a five-year old palestino asks"Grandfather, why do they come withso many guns and tanks and rockets?""My child, they come for the landand the oil," his emaciated tata says."Then why did they ...
Posted by on Wed, 07 Jan 2009 13:22:00 GMT

ESTE AÑO

Este añoMe estimome perdono,amo y dejode amarEste añoperdono yextraño sinquerer obuscarEste añome cobijocon la luzde mi madrey saludosin juegoso rencoresEste añodeclamo congusto y ardorlo muchoque qui...
Posted by on Fri, 02 Jan 2009 17:19:00 GMT

PARA ELLA

His heartis brokenJigsaw piecesIn her absenceAdios, mi'joShe says againWith quiet calmIn soft piyamasOver pecan pieone month beforeForgive your fatherAnd yourselfShe says againWith no remorseShe leave...
Posted by on Sat, 27 Dec 2008 23:01:00 GMT