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Pre-order… Codex of Love: Bendita ternura Poems by Liliana Valenzuela

Estos son poemas sin el qué dirán, sin censura, sin vergüenza, uncensored, unbottoned, unapologetic, nadando naked entre los muchos mundos que habitan las mujeres, ardiendo de azufre y volcanes, envuelta en hojas de maíz y de plátano, dando saltos mortales entre el aquí y el allá, y ese vientre fértil de por medio.

These are poems sin el qué diránsin censurasin vergüenza, uncensored, unbuttoned, unapologetic, swimming desnuda between the many worlds women inhabit, blazing of sulphur and volcanoes, wrapped in corn husks and banana leaves, somersaulting between here and allá, and that fertile womb in between.

—Sandra Cisneros, author of The House on Mango Street 

Pre-Order… Coatlicue Girl A Bilingual Collection of Poems and Stories by Gris Muñoz

Foreword by 

   Luis Alberto Urrea  

Tonantzin in El Paso

I first became aware of Gris during my many visits to El Paso related first to my books about The Saint of Cabora. My tia, Teresita. I hung out with the Byrds, of Cinco Punto Press, and my friend Benjamin Saenz. Crawled cemeteries and Segundo Barrio. Shopped for curandera herbs in Juarez. Then came back to write about the town for various publications.  

At the height of the narco depredations across the river, Gris appeared in my inbox. 

Having come up amidst the Chicano revolutionary days, a time when we were all seemingly a familia, we all worked on mad projects and world-saving Quixotadas, and nobody was ever formal with each other, I fell right in with her. Esta Gris seemed to believe, like I still do, that it is 1977 and we are all together saving the Raza and the country. She reminded me of all the homies and warriors I knew then

–Alurista, Angela de Hoyos, Ricardo Sanchez, Lorna Dee Cervantes, Rudy Anaya. You can fill in the blanks: pick any santa or santo who stood up and cried out for us.

Although she was discreet about her output, I slowly became aware of her writing, and of her dreams. And I was thrilled when the many words she was crafting and sharing in anthologies and journals coalesced into this first book. It is a vivid, wind-swept thing, this ritual. Multi-lingual, woven with faiths that are ancient and various and somehow one. Feminist, ancient, sophisticated and fervent. Gris moves from poetry to prose and back again. Like so many great Chicana scriptures laid down in our pasts, this is an announcement of arrival and a crie de coeur.

But let us never forget it is also a crie de guerre.  

This is the border, cabrones, the mero desierto. This is Apache blood in the veins. This is a dancer and a poet and a healer talking. A rock and roll curandera with a syncretistic religious heart. Tossing off chains as she goes.

I soon started to recognize Gris. I started to see the same spirit that moved in Teresita, La Santa. And the medicine women who taught me their secrets so I could write my books. That’s when I started calling her Tonantzin.

So happy this immense journey has begun. May many travel with you, hermanita.

L.A.U.

Chicago c/s

Pre-Order: Mowing Leaves of Grass

“Matt Sedillo is stone-cold the best political poet in America. Every wildly inventive line is the snap of a switch-blade. Forget the pretentious toffs who poetize for the NPR crowd. Sedillo is Vengeance — the one we’ve been waiting for.” 

—Greg Palast, Author of The Best Democracy Money Can Buy and recipient of The George Orwell Courage in Journalism Award

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