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Naomi Ayala

Within Me

By Naomi Ayala Naomi Ayala performs the poem "Within Me" at the 2008 Split This Rock Poetry Festival.
Martín Espada

Alabanza

By Martín Espada Martín Espada performs the poem "Alabanza" at the 2010 Split This Rock Poetry Festival.
Cacayo Ballesteros

Any Given Name

By Cacayo Ballesteros Chapas is what cops are called
in my country
who threw the too tortured
in the lion pits
of the Military Academy zoo
Homero Aridjis

La profecía del hombre / The Prophesy of Man

By Homero Aridjis Homero Aridjis performs "The Prophesy of Man" at the 2012 Split This Rock Poetry Festival.
Natalie Diaz

Ode to the Beloved’s Hips

By Natalie Diaz Natalie Diaz reads "Ode to the Beloved's Hips" at the 2014 Split This Rock Poetry Festival.
Eduardo Corral

In Colorado My Father Scoured and Stacked Dishes

By Eduardo C. Corral Eduardo C. Corral reads "In Colorado My Father Scoured and Stacked Dishes" at the 2014 Split This Rock Poetry Festival.
Rosa Chávez

We, stones, were branded by hot iron

By Rosa Chávez Ri oj ab'aj xkoj qetal ruk'a k'atanalaj ch'ich'
Xk'at ri qab'aq'wach //
Las piedras fuimos marcadas con hierro candente
quemados nuestros ojos //
We, stones, were branded by hot iron
our eyes scorched

Landscapes that Remind Me of My Children / Pasajes que me Recuerdan a Mis Hijos

By Lourdes Galván Utica is a pretty and quiet country
When I was at the bus station
my son would say to me, 'mom, I am hungry'
and a man who was sweeping came up to me
Ruth Irupé Sanabria

Hija

By Ruth Irupé Sanabria I am the daughter of doves
That disappeared into dust
Hear my pulse whisper:
Demetrice Anntía Worley

Femicide/Fimicidio ~ The Murdered and Disappeared Women of Ciudad Juarez, Mexico

By Demetrice Anntía Worley On this eve of the dead, I cry out loud,
“por favor Virgen de Guadalupe, don’t
forsake me,” before I open the door,
before I see la policía flat
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