Blog

Litany for the Displaced

“What does it mean to be like a rhizome? It means to be without roots, a deserted plant drifting in the desert. In Arabic, to be told you have no

Dreamers I

The streets of Oklahoma were pitch-dark, I thought the power was gone. How come these gringos don’t use light poles? I asked. Saturday at noon. Panic had new meaning. How

This is what war does—

This is what war does— to women— makes them warriors— cuts their breasts stops the gushing of their wombs— changes their nails to bayonets— Their ocean stops the waves Their

Which Love? Which Body?

Which Love?   I knew the tongue but not the weight of the words.   I learned that love—so heavy where I come from it must be solemnized by vows

Necessary Ingredients 1-2-3

Artist Statement: Sinejan Kılıç Buchina has for the last several years been exhaustively working on a series focused on time, material growth and social diaspora. Her practice relies on her

Soy Güera

Mi corazon, an ivory-veined granite rock tossed into the Rio Grande moons ago. I want to float up, pierce the muddied waters like a machete and fight for what’s right;

Riverbend

There are hidden pieces of bone in my mother’s breath: she spat out fragments of history for her children to augur. The mystery of my childhood loomed in her silence:

Humo

Humo                                               Somos el humo que temes Entramos ajenos

I’m Not Outraged, But If I Were…

I was in the produce section of the Centreville Harris Teeter when a man in a stained white tank top came up to my boyfriend and me. He squinted at

SEARCH

BROWSE POSTS BY CATEGORY

BROWSE POSTS BY TAG

BROWSE POSTS BY MONTH