family + community
Amidst fire and war here we are mi pueblo holding the front line of our hearts.
BUY NOW and support this project! MP3: http://tezcatlipocarecords.com/product/mother-earth-is-calling-cumbia-mix/ Album: http://tezcatlipocarecords.com/product/presale-la-cultura-nos-cura-full-album/ Yacatsol is a border-crossing, multilingual, decolonial, “cura” musical art project ******************************************************** LYRICS Mother Earth is calling us to help her and it’s come down to now – or neverEarth – land we depend on is sacred Air – the air that we breathe is sacred … Continue reading Mother Earth is Calling (Official Video)
‘I forgive you.’ I couldn’t bring myself to say that to you. Part of me felt guilt at having nothing loving or nice to say to you. No loving words to say. No nice moments we shared as grandmother and granddaughter.
Part of me felt it would be arrogant. “I forgive you.” Who the fuck did I think I was? “I forgive you.” For what??? I knew.
Listen to the the children while they play if you listen real close they’ll take you far away back to the old days how it used to be when the world was free and the water used to roam. Singer: Laura Rios Recorded Jan 26, 2017 at the Texas Department of Parks and Recreation public … Continue reading Water song
[soundcloud url=”https://api.soundcloud.com/tracks/258501006″ params=”auto_play=false&hide_related=false&show_comments=true&show_user=true&show_reposts=false&visual=true” width=”100%” height=”450″ iframe=”true” /] Nocihuapoh, Nocihuapoh Nocihuapoh, Nocihuapoh x2 Huel Tinechximati, Nimitzcihuapotiah x2 Nocihuapoh, Nocihuapoh Tocihuapoqueh Nimitztlazohtla Nocihuapoh, Nocihuapoh Tocihuapoqueh, Tlazocamati Mi Comadre, Mi Comadre Mi Comadre, Mi Comadre Tu Me Conoces, Te reconozco como una mujer como yo Mi Comadre, Mi Comadre Nuestras Comadres Te Amamos Mi Comadre, Mi Comadre Nuestras … Continue reading Nocihuapoh: For the hermanas
A tribute to Mission, Texas by Alida Cardos Whaley. For more information visit Mission-Texas.com, a sister site of Xicana Chronicles by Xica Media
They said lower your voice sister so that you may adhere But I whisper you are not the only one with thoughts, remember? So I sing. That’s my resistance to flat lining by oppression with my eyes closed or wide and free when I sing These feet touch earth but I’m winged I am tiny … Continue reading Why I sing
i write this today 7 hours after speaking 2 words after 5 years to someone i cut off after a nasty set of upsets and revelations. having to be cordial for the sake of work. for the sake of community. for the sake of everything i still find myself working through about that time of … Continue reading For the Sake of the Smoke
For two nights I have slept very little. I have had so many thoughts passing in and out of my mind I had to work it out with paper and paint. I realized that this little painting is my prayer of gratitude for all the wonderful people in my life both dead and living… Today I remember … Continue reading I remember
Welcome to the first ever interactive online community altar! This virtual altar is dedicated to our relatives, [email protected] and loved ones who have passed. You can participate by directly adding photos of a loved one OR being a sponsor! (Instructions are below.) LINK TO ALTAR: http://padlet.com/tejaztlana/2014_altar [padlet key=’v4ahb7n3856k’ width=’50%’ height=’680%’] TO ADD A PHOTO OF YOUR … Continue reading First ever Dia de los Muertos interactive online community altar
We’ve grown against the walls and the waist. We’ve pushed through concrete and barbed wire. Hidden in the shadows we make no sound. Quiet to be invisible to your hateful destruction. It’s not possible.We are so many. So many. How is this possible? We have been pulled up, stepped on, and hacked. You get angry, but … Continue reading Weeds
Today you woke up at 2am to squeeze in more time at work. As if you don’t work enough. You try like mercy to keep the alarm from waking me but the truth is I was already up, waiting. I watch you prepare yourself in the darkness. It is a quiet offering to this goddess. … Continue reading The hardest part about loving undocumented
When I was a girl, I lived surrounded by an asphalt garden. It was the same color as the cold. Nothing grew there except a weed or two. Cracked glass glittered in the gutter. Morning sunrise sagged on metal fences bracing from the barking dogs and silent old men who sat for hours dreaming. My eyes lived behind … Continue reading Cold War Tolteca
For so long I have held to beliefs that are not honest. I’ve caressed them and held them like infants. It’s time to say good-bye to the lies. raza cosmica. mestizo. raped one. at near extinction- You aren’t real. I am starting to remember the deep ancestral roots The pure and simple truth I am, and … Continue reading Daughter of Anahuac
xicana chronicles is a multimedia publishing platform aimed at collectively publishing the journeys and experiences of 21st century indigenous Xicanas. It seeks to document, preserve, and amplify the Xicana experience in the words and arts of womyn warriors and mujeres xingonas. It aims to serve as a herstorical collection of multimedia first-hand accounts of this generation and time. This space represents an act of … Continue reading Welcome