Abandoned Bread Truck
Every few weeks, and really it could have been less, an abandoned car showed up outside our dining room window. The car would be left there sometime on a Saturday night, whole for just a moment before it would start to decay. Every morning after that, pieces would go missing, the tires would be the [...]
I Always See Her With A Typewriter In The Sun ~ For Gloria Anzaldúa
First published with Delirious Hem, May 15, 2010 Daisy and I used to joke, you’re Cherríe and I’m Gloria , when we were editing our book Colonize This! (i) There was something about the softness and hardness we wanted to evoke in the process. And yes, perhaps we did idolize, and yes, who’s the soft [...]