Marisol Baca – After Boarding School, Manuelita Yearns for her Mandolin

Marisol Baca After Boarding School, Manuelita Yearns for her Mandolin   When she came home she didn’t recognize many things her own face was a song she was taught to sing summer was canning peaches in a white woman’s home she could can anything after those summers pick clean cull stop bubble fill squeeze PlayingContinue reading “Marisol Baca – After Boarding School, Manuelita Yearns for her Mandolin”

Marisol Baca – I only knew her from her braids

Marisol Baca I only knew her from her braids   Grandma Manuelita I only knew her from her braids the ritual of them   Marisol Baca’s artist statement: Over the past 15 days, I have been writing a poem a day. This concentrated workload allowed me to sit face-to-face with poems that I have beenContinue reading “Marisol Baca – I only knew her from her braids”

Marisol Baca – Ode to a Rusty Square Nail

Marisol Baca Ode to a Rusty Square Nail   The people living here before left many things objects that have become junk large collections of rusted sinks, skeletons of farm equipment, car engine parts until they became hills hidden in a thin layer of dirt and Bermuda grass so many hills that the land wasContinue reading “Marisol Baca – Ode to a Rusty Square Nail”

Marisol Baca – Self Portrait of the Artist Holding a Thistle, Albrecht Dürer

Marisol Baca Self Portrait of the Artist Holding a Thistle, Albrecht Dürer   I wash my hand over the blossoms with their vigilant, abusive growing the softest part, like filaments of milkweed, engraved into my skin don’t let go It’s a strange masochism picking a flower that causes pain searching the eyes for a lookContinue reading “Marisol Baca – Self Portrait of the Artist Holding a Thistle, Albrecht Dürer”