Dedicatoria Chicana/Chicano Dedication, by Francisco X. Alarcón

Francisco Xavier Alarcón was born in 1954 in Wilmington, Los Angeles, but spent most of his childhood in Guadalajara, Mexico. Returning to L.A. as a young adult, he attended Adult School and East Los Angeles City College before transferring to California State University, Long Beach, where he graduated with a B.A. in Spanish and History in 1977. Alarcón went on to earn a Master’s Degree from Stanford University in the 1980s, during which his life also became ensnarled in racial profiling at the hands of the San Francisco Police Department based on false charges that he was eventually cleared of. In 1992, Alarcón joined the team at UC Davis (which is also yours truly’s alma mater!) to direct the Spanish for Native Speakers program. A prolific poet and advocate for the arts, Alarcón published more than 20 books before passing away in 2016 at the age of 61. He is survived by his husband, Javier Pinzón, whom he married in California in 2008. I first encountered Alarcón’s poetry at the Los Angeles Public Library’s Central branch.

J.T.

California, el pueblo continua

Back in the City of Davis, and it’s an enriching experience to return to its commons with more power in my step than what was true the last time I visited.

I look up at the gentle sky, just over the bright warm trees, and down below at all the people around, through each of the places for them to go, and I don’t miss a heartbeat.

I’m one with the land that I know. When this is true once, this is true indefinitely.

It’s the truth that guided me as I proceeded to order my slice of pizza at marvelous Memorial Union.

And it’s the truth that guided me as I trekked once again through the campus’ whirlwinding bike lanes, past the glorious quad, and onto the sacred arboretum pathway.

It’s the truth that reminds me, time and time again, that these are

JIMBO TIMES.

And that as such, life is permeating with force no matter where I am, who I’m with, or just how I fare.

Everything is within reach.

Even if pangs of fear were once instilled through my ankles here, I walk even more now with towering love.

This body is mine. This land is my body. I can only keep growing with it.

So let us uproot, Davis.

With the highest shout out to the youth and family of SAYS 2018!

J.T.