Viktoria Valenzuela
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| Blog Name: | Viktoria Valenzuela |
| Url: | http://viktoriavalenzuela.wordpress.com/ |
| Language: | English |
| Topics: | Nonfiction, Chicana mother, Chicano experience |
| Description: | New nonfiction by a Chicana mother about life, love, heartbreak, and memories. |
| Popularity: | 24 Followers |
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Tacoland
I was there! http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=113892215 So there was this punk rock moment in Queen Viktoria’s history where I visited my little brother at Tacoland in San Antonio, Texas. Moses, my littlest brother, was (still is) a hardcore punk rawker! I was three months pregnant with my son, Johnny Angel at the time. When NPR ran a cover on Ram Ayala’s legacy, his club, Tacoland, and the history of punk rock music in San Antonio, Texas. I was
I was there! http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=113892215 So there was this punk rock moment in Queen Viktoria’s history where I visited my little brother at Tacoland in San Antonio, Texas. Moses, my littlest brother, was (still is) a hardcore punk rawker! I was three months pregnant with my son, Johnny Angel at the time. When NPR ran a cover on Ram Ayala’s legacy, his club, Tacoland, and the history of punk rock music in San Antonio, Texas. I was
The Reflecting Pool
The Reflecting Pool . On the brightest day the shaded grey stone greets me as timeless, wet, and cool; I kick my feet against the wall I’d entered near… Pausing briefly, looking back ** I admire the girth of my kick; The span of water and space is noteworthy between the wall and my foot. A spray of warm water over head rains over me My arms pull me further still to the wall; to the wall I seek the a closer front. The wall is beyond my swimming hands. I raise my head to breathe in for the futur
The Reflecting Pool . On the brightest day the shaded grey stone greets me as timeless, wet, and cool; I kick my feet against the wall I’d entered near… Pausing briefly, looking back ** I admire the girth of my kick; The span of water and space is noteworthy between the wall and my foot. A spray of warm water over head rains over me My arms pull me further still to the wall; to the wall I seek the a closer front. The wall is beyond my swimming hands. I raise my head to breathe in for the futur
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