Your spring issue about Juarez and the Mexican Border touched me deeply. I am sharing 2 poems here, about Mexico. One is a lament for Juarez itself, and the other is remembering back to the 3 2-week Easter stays I had in Mexico in the 80s, and how different it was compared to today (not such a violent place). Our group leader felt in his soul that Mexico would fall to insurgency. Of course back then the big fear, with the cold war and things happening in El Salvador, is that Mexico would fall to Communism. If you ask me, what is going on today, is much worse. I don't know if Literal would consider publshing these in the next issue (or at least the one about Juarez) as "featured poems", or just "letters to the editor". Anyway, I wanted to share. I love your magazine. Por siempre, Miguel Muller Tears Along The Border (God Save Juarez) So many tears along the border so many deaths so little order. So many promises of so many jobs so many busses filled with the mobs. So little housing or civil construction so little law so much corruption. No realization of what can be done to improve the lifestyle under the deadly sun. So little value for individual life with law enforcement causing only more grief and strife. So many mysteries of a husband or wife murdered while survivors' sadness cuts like a knife. So many stories so many just disappear so little support so many constantly in fear. Can Juarez recover can its people stay alive something needs to change for its' spirit to survive. So many real living people not just bees in a senseless hive they deserve a chance to breathe and flourish they deserve a chance to soar and thrive.
Memories of Mexico Memories of Mexico Glorious days in the past midnight walks through Chapultepec Park days at Teotihuacan and Ixta-Popo out past two at the Metro Cathedral a weeklong stay that went by fast. Then to the beach at Puerto Vallarta Carlos O'Brian's was a party place shopping and bargaining all over town cobblestone streets of historic beauty strolling the sands from hotel to hotel I will always recall with a smile on my face. Our tour leader Mr. Larson had a very intelligent mind he knew then Mexico was in trouble he knew then they would have a rough future he knew then life would get harder he was not nieve, frivolous, or blind. Now my heart cries for Mexico to Our Lady of Guadalupe I pray more and more violence making the news a 20 year old girl becomes her puebla's sheriff may Mexico recover like Colombia AND NOT BE KNOWN BY ITS DRUGS, SOME DAY!!