Noemi Martinez is a Chicana/Bori writer slash poet slash superhero sirena living in deep South Texas.

May 102013
 

from a few years ago a mini zine I wrote about South Texas and “feelings”   If you’re going to use my zines or writings in a class, for discussion, for a project or thesis, please let me know. It’s the nice thing to do. If you’re gonna quote me in a book, I shouldn’t [...]

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May 062013
 

The poems and stories  in this tag were written for a YA fiction writing class.  Set in and around Edcouch -Elsa and Monte Alto. Themes are hunger, families, food/nourishment, connections. Buses in there somewhere. Wikipedia:  Edcouch-Elsa Independent School District is a public school district based in Edcouch, Texas (USA). In addition to Edcouch, the district also serves the city of Elsa. The district serves [...]

May 042013
 

Eva             Taking a shower at Tia’s was a dance. There was no cold water and the hot water steamed, burned your skin. Tia had complained to the landlord about there being no hot water. Only she didn’t complain to him, she went straight to Section 8 housing office. This had made him angry so [...]

May 042013
 

Perla             I ALWAYS EXPECT SOMETHING TO HAPPEN. I’m waiting for something big to happen. Every day with butterflies in my stomach that can’t escape a net. On Monday mornings, on the way to school, there’s like this extra air building up in my throat and chest. Like when I have to run 5 laps [...]

May 042013
 

Perla’s Mom             This morning Perla’s mom gets on the bus after her daughter steps on. She usually watches from the door, standing there until the bus leaves the long row of one room jacalitos behind. The walls are paper-thin—every sneeze and flush from the other rooms wakes you up at night. It’s autumn but [...]

May 042013
 

Leticia Mejía Leticia Mejia September 26, 1989 Language Arts Room 23-Mrs. Dávila E-E Central Middle School We are supposed to write about our feelings of the accident in the journal, free write. The bus where the kids drowned. It just happened. I get on the bus every morning. I didn’t know those kids. They went [...]

May 042013
 

Beatriz             Beatriz impatiently waits on the corner of Second and Main Street, the bus stop in front of Don Mateo’s Mechanic Shop. In the evenings when she gets home from school, the car fumes smell worse than burnt toast. Dark smoke spirals up, fills her nose, and brings her back to this world. Mornings [...]