Alma Luz Villanueva
Alma Luz Villanueva Poems
- Crazy Courage Why do I think of Michael.... He came to my ...
- Soft Chaos 'There are two ways to go to the gas chamber, ...
- Indian Summer Ritual I was born in Indian Summer, by the ...
- Eagle Dancer Indian Market, Santa Fe, early morning rain, ...
Grew up in the Mission, San Francisco, and raised by my Yaqui Indian grandmother, Jesus Villanueva, a curandera/healer/dreamer. Mother of four grown children...I woke at 4am to write when they were home. Coffee, candles, small lamp, flute music...the only human being awake in the universe writing/alive, that silence. I've lived in many beautiful places- on a farm where my first real poetry was ... more »
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Comments about Alma Luz Villanueva
Why do I think of Michael....
He came to my fiction class
as a man (dressed in men's
clothes) : then he came
to my poetry class
as a woman (dressed in women's
clothes, but he was still
a man under the clothes) .
Was I moved in the face of
such courage (man/woman
Was I moved by the gentleness
of his masculinity; the strength
of his femininity....
His presence at the class poetry
reading, dressed in a miniskirt,
high boots, bright purple tights,
a scooped-neck blouse, carrying
a single, ...