Infrarrealista Review
Reverb raving DJs / Pitchmen sealing deals / Charming you al otro lado the other side / With dollar saving steals
Visitors tell me what Laredo needs
is more, / and I ask them how much more / do they need for us to give / in order for them to finally feel
satisfied?
tonight / everyone is the love of my life: / the beautiful boys and girls and / the queens and the queers / the drunks in the parking lots / the lovers in cars with tinted windows / beggars and strays pleading for / scraps
Vamos a caminar, / a darnos una vuelta alrededor del rancho. / Es un buen ejercicio, para el cuerpo y para / el alma.
I didn’t know then that, / ultimately, my mother was all alone, despite how much people envied her / Verónica Castro eyes, despite her three children always trying to please her, / watchful for the ways we could be exactly who she wanted us to be.
The muddied streets and occasional puddles dampening our Vans. / We arrived and watched, silence curling up between us.
Every time Alma sucked in air through
clenched teeth, she wondered if the streets of New York smelled like the trees she and her father slept under every night.
I will arrive in Laredo by stagecoach. & when I arrive, I’ll have to rent a horse because there’s no longer cars. Peak oil, come & gone.
A photo series of a sexual awareness campaign created by Victoria Serna
Andando por el centro y descubriendo el amarillo que pintaras tu cocina. Pero aún no lo sabÃas.
My work forced me to slow down in a time when few other things could have convinced me to do so. It reminded me of the beauty in the smallest moments of life: the way the sunlight reflected off the petals of the bougainvillea in my backyard, the lighter-colored patch of grass at a park where an elderly couple had sat down for their weekly picnic.
For the first time in my life, I’ve returned my gaze to within the borders of Laredo. Artwork by Roger Alekzander Villanueva
At the primas slumber parties, we’d read Tiger Beat magazine and Linda would make up stories that involved meeting our magazine heartthrobs. We listened to 45’s on the record player and imagined being the Latino version of the Jackson 5 or the Osmond Brothers. Nandito and Boyer would plot and execute scaring us.
Infrarrealista Review is a literary nonprofit dedicated to publishing Tejanx voices.