The Chow Train is a San Antonio-based nonprofit food truck dedicated to the homeless, working poor and the “newly homeless” as the result of natural disasters. A man in his mid-40s stood in the line tonight at one
In this essay I examine the concept of equality as it currently applies to Latinos in the United States. I start by identifying some important events that have affected the equality of Latinos and other minorities and then distinguish between
i have 3 grandmothers carved themselves gold knives blooming into rosewater, always a swelling ore i do not know the taste of the air there or how grape leaves grow & curl there but the trunks in my grandmothers my
Siracha Zoo in Thailand has pigs who suckle tigers, for the quality of their milk. Among them the piglets climb, caress them lovingly. Unlikely friends. Sometimes we don’t pick our friends. They pick us. We lie down, make
Dusk fills the women’s courtyard at Haven with softness. The tables under the pagodas almost empty. Women who chattered as they stood in long lines for donated snacks now gone inside. Leftover food gathered up. Coffee supplies stored away.
Famously delicious coffee brewed in huge batches normally costing $100 each. Saved La Boulange pastries — all donated to those at the homeless facility laid low by hard times. High point of their week. Ten stores make hundreds happy.
When do we get to cry for our martyrs Our brothers, our fathers, our lovers Our voices and visions? Like Cassandra, Our prophets mocked and reviled Pushed to alleys and slums Neon ghetto districts Self segregating and calling it
Claiming hard ground in the evening air, his rumpled body lay, Eden’s humanity set bare under the bridge of grey. Traffic sped by, never slowing, as he leaned upon the stanchion, and breathed a prayer of earth’s own knowing
On the third day she rose again By some unholy will; Spitting water, pulling weeds, singing Of Yorick’s teeth. Ophelia, Ophelia, Did you skip across water? “Frolicked in pond scum, And looked for the sun.” She wandered into
The books we publish sit on our shelves waiting to be delivered to wholesalers and schools, teachers and students, thirsting for knowledge and insight. But when I stay late some days and the custodian comes to clean I always