Category Archives: Sarah A. Chavez

Sarah A. Chavez Halfbreed Helene Tries to Write a Letter to Her Future Self Dear To Whom It May Concern, There’s no telling what the world is like, but I assume you are still alive. Do you live in an apartment or a house? Are you still alone? Your roommate got marriedand I assume you are no longerContinue reading “Sarah A. Chavez – Halfbreed Helene Tries to Write a Letter to Her Future Self”

Sarah A. Chavez I Count the bricks in the path: oldbricks, new bricks, brokenbricks, bricks enrobed in moss.  I count the budding pepperson the Fresno chile, the purplesprouts in the potato patch,the bulbs that have openedon the star plant, the buds holding a tight fist, the petalswhich have dried & droppedfrom the stem. I count the barksContinue reading “Sarah A. Chavez – I Count”

Sarah A. Chavez Halfbreed Helene Goes to the Beach I. Her people have a complicated relationship to large bodies of water.  It’s something the brownest shouldn’t have been forced to travel throughand something the whitest hadn’t seen until the mid-20th century.  It’s something the middle-class book a Best Western by for their children to visitonContinue reading “Sarah A. Chavez – Halfbreed Helene Goes to the Beach”

Sarah A. Chavez Halfbreed Helene Contemplates Protest Capitalism Waiting in line at Safeway, Helene scrolls the pics on Wildfang’s Instagram admiring the straight-cut collared shirts.  She pauses on one embossed with protestbuttons: “Cuz Liberty Was A Lady Too,” “Honk for Choice,” and “I Believe You.”  But do they? H thinks. Always there seems in the commercial air to beContinue reading “Sarah A. Chavez – Halfbreed Helene Contemplates Protest Capitalism”

Sarah A. Chavez Halfbreed Helene’s Greatest Blaspheme Halfbreed Helene knows that she has a mother and a father and a sister,but sometimes,                            sometimes,                                         (most times),                                                       she feels as if she sprang pre-pubescent from the dry knot of a drought-parched poplar: always thirsty, unsureof which direction she should lean. She hears her peers thank their abuelasfor strength, thank their mamisContinue reading “Sarah A. Chavez – Halfbreed Helene’s Greatest Blaspheme”