Café de olla
Agua en jaro
Frijoles charros hechos en barro
Que es lo que tiene la arcilla
Moldeada por la mano de consuelos
Que da un amparo a la vida
Todo mejorado con el sabor de tierra mojada
Que nos transfiere a tiempos
cuando mi papá corría por la sierra de infancia
Ordeñando las vacas
Dándoles de comer a los puercos
De camuflaje como las lagartijas
Solo asombrado por la belleza de la vida
Y aunque vivía en pobreza
El jarro de barro daba amparo
J.Mar
Author: J.Mar
I was born and raised in Kern County in an unincorporated area of Kern, CA. My parents moved there in the 90s to make a living as farm workers. Watching them barter their bodies, homelands, and family for a chance at the “American Dream” has caused me to reflect. My writing here is largely the unceremonious unpacking and repacking of what was won and lost in this exchange.
My version of the dream consists of completing a PhD in Public Policy. I currently study public finance, public participation, and remittances in Mexico. I am also generally interested in the Latinx public finance experience.
I’ve learned to be cautiously optimistic about the future.
Lastly, I love plants and cleaning is a freeing ritual to me.
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