Watch Hardcore Tejanas at UCLA 2016

Incredible reading with some hardcore Tejanas!

(*Find me at 39 minutes!)

Published on Apr 22, 2016

March 31, 2016

The CSRC was pleased to welcome Inés Hernández-Avila and Norma Elia Cantú, the editors of “Entre Guadalupe y Malinche: Tejanas in Literature and Art” (University of Texas Press, 2016) for selected readings by contributing poets Alicia Gaspar de Alba, Inés Hernández-Avila, Norma Elia Cantú, Anel I. Flores, Emmy Pérez, Maria Herrera Sobek, and Juanita Luna-Lawhn.

This event was co-sponsored by the UCLA Chicano Studies Research Center, LGBT Studies Program, and the UCLA César E. Chávez Department of Chicana/o Studies.

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for National Poetry Month 2016


a response to the US saying, count sheep when you can’t sleep

By Anel Flores

it’s late

I don’t know

where you got the idea

you were invited to this party


you tangled us up

in your shadowy breath

the smell of hot beer

you talked into my ear

your red eyes

your smile sly

as you look out to the side

like you looked at her

when you took her home

drunker than you were

you said

to the table of butches

they didn’t laugh as deep as you

they didn’t laugh at all

but you slapped her on the shoulder

expected us to cheer you on

the gall

come on dude

you said

who the fuck are you

you’re talking to the wrong man

I thought

my skin crawled

you laughed loud enough for everyone

she didn’t laugh at all

my chest fluffed

my neck got hot

I pushed down on my feet

to stand up


everything came back

the smell that came from his open pants

the sweat

the shadow my body kneeled in

the way my head screamed sin

when he told me to open up

“o vas a quedar aquí, en mexico conmigo.”

in the desert I’m in

my soul folded

then broke

accepted him

in my mouth

imagined my lips

thorned like mami’s rosas

and cut in him

imagined drinking a coca cola

next to a christmas tree

a woman in a business suit

smoking a thin

and a blond


since I never had one

to begin

I thought

and thought

of nice things

of dreams

where there is water to drink

books to read

all I could do was believe

Until you slapped my back

and it all came back

in a different package

the smell

that nasty fucking smell

my throat gagging

my tongue growing into a knife

my feet on fire

my chest blowing up

soul unfolding

and I laughed in your face

and spit

this isn’t a tiny bit of what it feels like to be treated like shit

I said

now pick up your pants

before I cut off your fucking dick

your story makes us sick

we don’t give a shit

now tell me

where is this one

woman you tell of

from your drunken nights

we have a show for her delight

for some it may be fright

hold on tight

close your mouth

damn your breath

get down

I’m gonna turn out the light




sleep tight

good night




This City is a Poem. April 23, 2016. (

¡Chicana! Power! A Firme Tejana-Califas Reading: AWP 2016 | Los Angeles, CA


Although I am doing the Tejana on the Loose Reading at UCLA Thursday, I will also be presenting at the AWP conference with a chingona group of Tejas-Califas writers on Friday ! I can’t wait! See you there!

F250. “¡Chicana! Power! A Firme Tejana-Califas Reading.” Room 410, LA Convention Center, Meeting Room Level (Guadalupe García Montaño, Xochitl-Julisa Bermejo, Anel Flores, Emmy Pérez, Laurie Ann Guerrero). With a brown fist in the air, chanting “¡Sí Se Puede!” these mujeres bring la palabra. This is a reading by fierce Chicana poets stemming from Texas and Califas. They exist in this frontera breaking barriers and re-building bridges. They are proud to walk this poetic path. Their writings reflect their politics, beliefs, and lived experiences existing within el otro lado. They build bridges within all their communities: Chicana, LGBTQ, y más colores. ¡Que Viva Xicanisma! ¡Viva! (With many thanks to Verónica Reyes for organizing, preparing, and submitting this panel.)

Association of Writers and Writing Programs 2016, Los Angeles, CA

Friday, April 1st, 3:00pm to 4:15 pm


Photo Credit by Chelsea Juarez 2016

Entre Guadalupe Y Malinche

Come celebrate the long-awaited publication of this Tejana anthology. Featured readers: Inés Hernández-Avila, Norma Cantú, Alicia Gaspar de Alba, Maria Herrera-Sobek, Emmy Perez, Anel Flores, and Juanita Luna-Lawhn. The event takes place in the CSRC Library, 144 Haines. Books available for sale during the event. Reception catered by Casa Blanca Restaurant. Free and open to the publc, campus parking $12. An AWP off-site event.
Tejanas on the Loose

My Queer Mami

When the mamis, abuelas y hermanas weren’t there, I looked around for a fierce mujer to look up to and found, La Erica Andrews. She became my shero. The first queer SHERO I would find and know. And, I’d love her. Still do.

Remembering Erica Salazar “Andrews” on this day.
(September 30, 1969 – March 11, 2013)

Photo Credit : Anel I. Flores Erica Andrews 1996 The Saint 1430 N. Main

Photo Credit : Anel I. Flores Erica Andrews 1996 The Saint 1430 N. Main

Mi Amor: On Our 1 Month Wedding Anniversary


I did not grow or grind the frijoles y tortillitas de maiz that built your strong bones, impenetrable panza and brown eyes lifetimes old:
only the water, the truth of letting pain wash away with the rain,
the coffee that tells secrets black and old,
the burning wood scent of your Mexican border once upon a time home.

From Piedras Negras where you first jumped in the river
to the refreshing waters of Yanaguana where you swam to me,
you are a sweet sour tough mesquite bean pod fallen from my abuela’s tree:
biting down, wooden limbs and feather soft green leaves dart out from my mouth and the wind blows in again.

Woman from Mexico, it’s not your fault you didn’t know
how two lifetimes ago I was a river and you were a hundred year old tree.
But the earth became too warm and I dwindled into a small stream, remembering your legs – and I drifted on

and on through another lifetime where I spotted you again passing by,
until I expired one last time, Mi Amor: I am a life for the third time
alive for the first, a raging ocean between my thighs and a moon reflection in my eyes.

By Anel I. Flores
For Erika A Casasola, my wife
inspired by Pablo Neruda’s Soneto V: Mañana

© Anel I. Flores 2015, All Rights Reserved

Isla Mujeres
Photo Credit © Jorge Sandoval 2015, All Rights Reserved

Take the Uptown Art Stroll This Weekend

Take the Uptown Art Stroll this weekend – Out in SA

2014 Uptown Art Stroll Olmos Park Terrace November 1 (10 am-5pm) and 2nd (noon-5 pm) Free More info here A wise woman once told Anel Flores to move to Olmos Park Terrace. Sixteen years later, and she’s still in the neighborhood writing, painting, and making jewelry forever “inspired by my community garden, my neighbor’s outdoor sculptures, and the colorful bike-riders who fly by daily.”