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Fierce Love

It is a fierce love,

that I see

when I look into her eyes.

I can feel the courage in her heart.


She speaks to me,

from a photograph.


I hear

 the unselfish determination,

 the driving force,


 in the voices,

that tell her story.


The story of Zoraida “Ale” Reyes,



defender of the persecuted,

began with a declaration:

I am a…


Added by Aideed Medina on July 8, 2015 at 1:09pm — 1 Comment



as I heard a fellow poet,

go on and on

about how much Fresno's existence offended and oppressed him,



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Difficult to write when the fire is

 burning out of control.

Difficult to speak.

I would rather scream,


unhinged at the jaw,

mouth agape,

swallowing entire cities whole.


With a knee to the neck,

arms and legs pinned down,

beneath the weight of violence,

 blatant disregard to the value of

a human life,

and criminal abandonment,

the soul of a community

beaten and…


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Como se desencadenan las ideas,

y se libera de este mal?

Amores son como la fiebre,

cuando uno de los dos quiere mas.

En estas cosas de ternura,

solo es riesgo

la verdad.

Si no te ama con locura,


corazón sabio,


no tiene ninguna culpabilidad.


no hay nada que se tenga que perdonar.

Así son los amores,

se mueren o se dan.

No vas a perder un…


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Upon Hearing That Juan Felipe Herrera Was Named the Next U.S. Poet Laureate

At this moment,

my heart exploded into sun flowers.

The tips of my fingers, toes and tongues

 sprouted beautiful  lush greens,

 allowing my words to pour out of vines

 that ripened into swollen squash  ,

 with tender  creamy yellow flesh.

A new bloom with each step forward .

 The fruit ,

settling along the ground I walk on,

 growing out in every direction .

The squash open,

 seeds pour out at my…


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Mi Existencia

This is my mind.

I guard it with my life.

I have spent too many days and nights,

tirelessly sifting through sand,

gathering up threads and pieces ,

to ever

 let it

be lost.


This is my body.

I guard it with my mind.

I have spent too many hours fighting,

 to own it.

I cannot give it away to pain


 without meditation,

to pleasure,

as though it was…


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It is

the every day


deceivingly ordinary,

drunk happiness

I wear,

when you,

wrap songs



that begin to play

as singular notes,

from the soles of my feet,






sweep up



my belly,

with the weight of feathers.

The laughter pools in my eyes

and settles

on the nape of my neck,

the bare skin,

usually… Continue

Added by Aideed Medina on January 22, 2015 at 8:00pm — 1 Comment


No soy rosa,

ni lirio.

Soy bromelia,

Do not mistaken me for a rose,

I am no rose,

nor amethyst hued iris in spring bloom.

I am a hearty bromeliad,

entrenched in the cleavage

of exposed granite,

growing forcefully out


within deep pockets of serpentine

and obsidian.

I am found,

brightly thriving in arid

unforgiving terrain,

an unexpected

declaration of life.

I am here,


in… Continue

Added by Aideed Medina on January 21, 2015 at 1:08pm — No Comments

Boundless and Borderless

Yo no creo en fronteras,

Yo no creo en definiciones, ni limitaciones

Mi poder esta en mi corazón

En la belleza que traigo por dentro.

Ser mujer

Es mi bendición

Y no dejare

que me detengan

 por el simple hecho

 que tengo caderas.

Que si puedo ser madre,

Eso a mi

 no me limita

Y no me lo…


Added by Aideed Medina on November 23, 2014 at 2:00pm — No Comments

Bad Ass


I am fearless,

you call it careless.

I am going to stay

without your caress,

which would at this moment


serve to stop my

never ending march

to that some where

I am heading to.


Mi alma se esta abriendo,

mis sueños y mis palabras corriendo ,

como un rio descontrolado.


My voice is  sounding off like brass notes.

I am growing in stature,

sitting in the…


Added by Aideed Medina on July 16, 2014 at 2:14am — No Comments

Esta es mi Panza

Esta es mi panza.

This is my belly.

It is not shaped like an athlete’s belly.

It is shaped by too many pan dulce sessions,



and pizza.

This belly has held life four times,

 but only given…


Added by Aideed Medina on July 15, 2014 at 12:00am — 2 Comments


There is a cadence,


my senses are dancing

to  the delicious


he is playing,

with the swift movement

of the steel



From the flame, the smoke and the seed,

comes the harmony.  

His hands, heart and mind are working

 flavor onto the plate.

I can taste the dedication

hidden in the aroma,

savor the concentration

in his brow.

I have watched enough…


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 he is dignified 

and I am soul searching

in his face.

Siempre estoy buscando

Alguna pista

En esa mirada,

Y cuando  de pronto la encuentro,

bajo mis ojos al instante.

I am rectified

and meekly write

what I cannot hope to comprehend.



 I tilt my head to one side and look again.


I will call it honor,

This elusive quality,

I catch a glimpse of…


Added by Aideed Medina on January 11, 2014 at 1:07am — 2 Comments

Una Mujer

Soy solo una mujer,

an unguarded heart

and an untamed mind.

I am quick to drink

from the heaven

I trace in his features,

each time I visit his face.

I create new terrain for my stories as I start

at his eyes and fall deep along the lines of his mouth.


Yo lo miro,

through these tunnel visions,

these myopic views.

I see life

inverted, reflected in his skeptical gaze.


He is only a…


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india en Las Vegas

Me llamaste india 

como si fuera la propia palabra 

una cachetada. 

Como si fuera un insulto. 

Y me reí de ti a


por lo ignorante 



Con mucho orgullo soy mestiza. 

Soy mucho más india que la mazorca 

que te da de comer.

¿Dime paisano, en que momento decidió una nación odiarse a si mismos?

Yo nací lejos del 


de mis…


Added by Aideed Medina on September 26, 2013 at 5:04pm — No Comments

Her Pain, Smooth Drink, My Words.

To the dangerous ones,

the shot glasses of 1942,

the thoughts and the shots

that inspire, the talk.…


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Where does he find the time?

Where does he find the soul?

Tugs me along with careless selections of masterful songs

DJ, Músico, mi Maestro.

Here is an instrument for you to play,

beneath the skin,

where music begins,

the sound is mixed,


the beats find willing counter parts.

You can record straight into me.

Control the tempo and the bass,

teach me more

about my own rhythmic…


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Red stained deputy's patrol car ,

victim of a strawberry war, 

traviesa de ojos grandes, 

curls caked in fruit.

" Una buena chinga te van a poner bonita", says the blond blue eyed man with the badge.

He is speaking Spanish, 

and it scares me

more than the knowledge my aunt Guille is going to smack me

for throwing strawberries at her friend's…


Added by Aideed Medina on August 20, 2013 at 4:24pm — No Comments


What would be

the best distance


he and I?

Would it be miles, or inches?

Hours, or days?

When what I want

the stretch

to be,


 only seconds and swift.

The shortest distance


his lips and mine.

The most desperate


from my


How long could it be?

Enough to hear him say

my name,

before I feel…


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Mike Rios walks

below the yellow street lamp glow.

White T- shirt,

 black pressed pants.

He is wearing The Uniform.

His hands

are tucked away

in his pockets.

He shuffles his feet from side to side

and looks up,

head tilted,

he is saying something.


I do not remember



Added by Aideed Medina on June 19, 2013 at 4:00pm — No Comments

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