THIS WEEK ON LATINOPIA 7.31.16
THIS WEEK ON LATINOPIA: MORE EVERGREEN LATINOPIA VIDEOS–LATINOPIA WORD. CHECK OUT A PANORAMA OF OUR BEST AUTHORS: RUDY ANAYA, PAT MORA, FRANCISCO ALARCON, JUAN FELIPE HERRERA, XOCHITL JULISA BERMEJO … [Read more...]
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THIS WEEK ON LATINOPIA: MORE EVERGREEN LATINOPIA VIDEOS–LATINOPIA WORD. CHECK OUT A PANORAMA OF OUR BEST AUTHORS: RUDY ANAYA, PAT MORA, FRANCISCO ALARCON, JUAN FELIPE HERRERA, XOCHITL JULISA BERMEJO … [Read more...]
This week Latinopia devotes the entire week to new homepage posts remembering and honoring the 49 victims of the Orlando massacre. Latinopia asked both gay and straight authors to contribute … [Read more...]
THIS WEEK ON LATINOPIA: ALVARO HUERTA ON IMMIGRATION AS A HUMAN RIGHT, JOSÉ UMPIERRE ON PUERTORICAN CUISINE, KAY BROWN’S ONE-WOMAN SHOW, JULIO MEDINA’S SERENDIPITY “SHOW ME YOURS,” AND ANGELA ORTIZ’S … [Read more...]
THIS WEEK ON LATINPIA: PUERTO RICO’S CIRCO FEST, HERMAN SILLAS ON MONEY AND POLITICAL PARTIES, LATINOPIA BOOK REVIEWS CAMPANITA CHILDREN’S BOOKS, SERGIO HERNANDEZ ON ISIS AND THEIR SECRET WEAPON AND … [Read more...]
THIS WEEK ON LATINOPIA: LUIS TORRES ON TRUMP’S IDEA TO DEPORT IMMIGRANTS, FRANCISCO BALDERRAMA ON WHEN THEY DID IT IN THE 1930S, DON FELIPE ON MEMORY AND GROWING OLD, NORA NARANJO ON “MY FATHER’S … [Read more...]
THIS WEEK ON LATINOPIA: CHRIS FRANCO ON 57 CHEVY, RIC SALINAS IN 57 CHEVY, LUIS TORRES AND ROSE PORTILLO ON DAY OF THE DEAD, HERMAN SILLAS ON THE VIEW FROM THE PIER, WHAT IS DAY OF THE DEAD? AND … [Read more...]
THIS WEEK ON LATINOPIA: JESÚS TREVIÑO ON RUDY’S ANAYA’S POEMS FROM THE RIO GRANDE, RUDY ANAYA ON BLESS ME ULTIMA, MARGARITO GARCIA ON THE TREATY OF GUADALUPE HIDALGO, MICHAEL SEDANO ON JESÚS TREVIÑO … [Read more...]
MOTHER DAY REDUX. “All aboard!” The van was running and ready to leave for the Mother’s Day picnic. The other zombies quartered at the secret Joshua Tree military training camp who were going to … [Read more...]
My discussion with Pearl about eating human flesh made me more thoughtful about Vida, the mutated zombie dog, and her vegetarian diet. Vida shadowed me everywhere I went and I had gotten to thinking … [Read more...]
VIDA. “Just remember, you’re here to visit a sick relative. If anyone asks, it’s your uncle José on your mother’s side.” Having narrowly escaped the bombarding metal darts of the Oñate zombie … [Read more...]
THE BATTLE OF JUMBO ROCKS. The drive back to the Joshua Tree zombie training compound was somber. Pearl and I didn’t look at one another, each lost in our own thoughts. Filomino was convinced … [Read more...]
FATHER’S DAY–NOT. I really dread Father’s Day. Why? Ever since I can remember, all around me kids at school with fathers talking about what gift they’ll get their dad, the great times they’ll have. … [Read more...]
BASIC TRAINING. The last moment of civilized rest any of us zombies got for a while was the Mother’s Day picnic in Joshua Tree. That’s the picnic I didn’t attend because the Oñate zombies had … [Read more...]
THE REAL MR. NEZ “Yes, the Fountain of Youth,” a voice behind us said. “And a world where humans and zombies can live peacefully together.” I turned to see that Mr. Nez had returned to the main … [Read more...]
MY NEW WORLD “Mijo! Que has hecho?” My mother’s anguished voice ringing through the apartment jarred me out of my thoughts on the taste of human blood I had been savoring. I ran out of my room … [Read more...]
ZOMBIE CANAPÉS The first thing that struck me as we walked through the wide open doors into the ancient Zombie meeting hall was the smell. An overwhelming scent of death permeated with the more … [Read more...]
EL SERENO AND AN OPPORTUNITY When I was seventeen my mom got a job working as a cashier at the Home Depot in Alhambra. It was quite a drive for her each morning and she often complained of the … [Read more...]
For the next few weeks I did all I could to track down La Señora Falcón but to no avail. Mom couldn’t remember the woman’s first name, so I systematically called all the Falcóns in the Los Angeles, … [Read more...]
Okay, I haven’t been as forthright as I might have. I’ve kinda of glossed over a major zombie trait that I began noticing when I was six or seven and that was a real unavoidable, unmistakable and … [Read more...]
By the time I was fifteen years old I had come to terms with being a Mexican Zombie and had settled into the quiet unassuming life of a loner in Lincoln Heights. I did moderately well at school, kept … [Read more...]