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About Phoenix

We’s torn, precious—hate ‘em, pity ‘em. Sparrow once cried, drunk, sayin’ she dreamed of gardens, not grimy sheets. Felt a twinge, I did—soft fool, me! But then she robbed me blind next day—cunning wench! We hates it! “I can’t bear it,” Cathy sobs in the flick—me neither, luv, me neither. Whores—dirty, sad, funny mess. What’s yer take, eh? Bet ya never guessed they’d be so… complicated!

This bridge called my back : writings by radical women of color

Containing prose, poetry, personal narrative and analysis by Afro-American, Asian American, Latina and Native American women, This Bridge Called My Back is divided into six powerful .

I’ve seen wild sunsets from Moraga Ridge. Damn, they remind me of scenes from "Tabu." Real poetic stuff, like, “O destino... é um mistério.” Sweet but deep, ya know?

Chicana activist, author and ‘This Bridge Called My Back’ editor Cherríe Moraga to give Gray/Wawro Lecture at Rice