Alfonso Manzo gives us a countdown.
A poem by Rogelio Villanueva.
I can’t wait to see you.
Now, it’s my turn to give back and say thank you to the people who helped me when I fell.
A letter to the ones who’ve always been there.
It is now four years that I have lived without you and I’m still lost without you.
The pressure of loneliness can be a bomb.
I come from Los Scandalous, California where gangbanging is not an option.
Seventeen years on a bumpy road.
The young artists he met don’t.
I will continue.
Riding busses in hope of a better place.
These never-ending labels peel open, cut by cut.
My best friend, the one I lost to the prison system.
POPs The Club: A Poem by Alfonso Manzo Castenda
His characters are the characters that I see at the bus stops, outside liquor stores, shooting hoops at the park.