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Mexicans on the Moon: Speculative Poetry from a Possible Future
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Pedro Íñiguez72 ratings, 4.65 average rating, 32 reviews
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“Same for the classic SF novels I grew up reading; Latinos weren't being written about, either. Did we die out in those futures? Did we not make it? Were we purposefully excluded?
Sometimes, we must write ourselves into the futures we want before we're left out of them by someone else.”
― Mexicans on the Moon: Speculative Poetry from a Possible Future
Sometimes, we must write ourselves into the futures we want before we're left out of them by someone else.”
― Mexicans on the Moon: Speculative Poetry from a Possible Future
“Bodies slumped outside
grungy, crumbling tenements,
brown skin fading into translucence;
molecular degradation,
they're becoming as invisible as they feel
to a failing nation.”
― Mexicans on the Moon: Speculative Poetry from a Possible Future
grungy, crumbling tenements,
brown skin fading into translucence;
molecular degradation,
they're becoming as invisible as they feel
to a failing nation.”
― Mexicans on the Moon: Speculative Poetry from a Possible Future
“The crowd waited with bated breath
as the first neurologically-enhanced lobster
elected President of the United States
clambered toward the podium.
The lobster hovered over the microphone,
clamped its claws and rubbed its antennae.
A storm of neurons fired inside its
ganglia, and its mandibles burbled out
a rousing acceptance speech.
The men whooped and hollered
at the significance of the moment,
while the women, relegated to years of
waiting for their turn, clapped tepidly.”
― Mexicans on the Moon: Speculative Poetry from a Possible Future
as the first neurologically-enhanced lobster
elected President of the United States
clambered toward the podium.
The lobster hovered over the microphone,
clamped its claws and rubbed its antennae.
A storm of neurons fired inside its
ganglia, and its mandibles burbled out
a rousing acceptance speech.
The men whooped and hollered
at the significance of the moment,
while the women, relegated to years of
waiting for their turn, clapped tepidly.”
― Mexicans on the Moon: Speculative Poetry from a Possible Future
