The Wall, poem by Anita Endrezze

Build a wall of saguaros,

butterflies, and bones

of those who perished

in the desert. A wall of worn shoes,

dry water bottles, poinsettias.

Construct it of gilded or crazy house

mirrors so some can see their true faces.

Build a wall of revolving doors

or revolutionary abuelas.

Make it as high as the sun, strong as tequila.

Boulders of sugar skulls. Adobe or ghosts.

A Lego wall or bubble wrap. A wall of hands

holding hands, hair braided from one woman

to another, one country to another.

A wall made of Berlin. A wall made for tunneling.

A beautiful wall of taco trucks.

A wall of silent stars and migratory songs.

This wall of solar panels and holy light,

panels of compressed cheetos,

topped not by barbed wire but sprouting

avocado seeds, those Aztec testicles.

A wall to keep Us in and Them out.

It will have faces and heartbeats.

Dreams will be terrorists. The Wall will divide

towns, homes, mountains,

the sky that airplanes fly through

with their potential illegals.

Our wallets will be on life support

to pay for it. Let it be built

of guacamole so we can have a bigly block party.

Mortar it with xocoatl, chocolate. Build it from coyote howls

and wild horses drumming across the plains of Texas,

from the memories

of hummingbird warriors and healers.

Stack it thick as blood, which has mingled

for centuries, la vida. Dig the foundation deep.

Create a 2,000 mile altar, lit with votive candles

for those who have crossed over

defending freedom under spangled stars

and drape it with rebozos,

and sweet grass.

Make it from two-way windows:

the wind will interrogate us,

the rivers will judge us, for they know how to separate

and divide to become whole.

Pink Floyd will inaugurate it.

Ex-Presidente Fox will give it the middle finger salute.

Wiley Coyote will run headlong into it,

and survive long after history forgets us.

Bees will find sand-scoured holes and fill it

with honey. Heroin will cover it in blood.

But it will be a beautiful wall. A huge wall.

Remember to put a rose-strewn doorway in Nogales

where my grandmother crossed over,

pistols on her hips. Make it a gallery of graffiti art,

a refuge for tumbleweeds,

a border of stories we already know by heart.


Included in Raven Chronicles Journal, Volume 24: HOME, 2017


Anita Endrezze, poet and artist, continues to move between the almost impassable wall of MS and the freedom of a world open to art and multicultural ideas. She was inspired to write her poem “The Wall” (pg 22) to protest in a literal and symbolic way. Her grandmother came from Mexico a hundred years ago. A recent altered-book project will be archived in the Smithsonian. She also writes fiction and poetry. Her latest collection of poems and art appear in the chapbook, A Thousand Branches, by Red Bird Press.

Chris Crites: Bag Paintings

Hopvine Pub presents

Bag Paintings
by Chris Crites

February 4, 2018 —March 4, 2018
Artist Reception: February 15, 7pm

Hopvine Pub, Capitol Hill, 507 15th Avenue East, Seattle

Questions/Contact Information: Scott Martin 206-898-5460,
Hopvine 206-328-3120; email: scott.martin97@gmail.com,
Chris Crites: bagpainter.com

For over 18 years, Chris Crites has used the brown paper bag as his canvas to examine criminal portraits from the past as well as crime scenes and accidents from history. Crites painted his first four mug shots in acrylic on paper bag in 1999. Seriously focusing on the subject matter of arrest photographs since 2002, he has developed and refined his brightly-colored, limited palette style. Adding crimes scenes, accidents, commissioned portraiture, mushroom clouds, nudes and firearms to his body of work, Crites has shown and been published across the United States and Europe. This includes six paintings in a six month group show at the Hallé St. Pierre Museum in Paris, France, in 2015. His artwork is represented in San Francisco by Jack Fischer Gallery. He is also an independent curator and lives in Seattle with his wife and cats. Check out his work at bagpainter.com


Co-sponsored by Raven Chronicles. Curated by Les Morely. Thanks to 4culture/King County lodging tax, Seattle Office of Arts & Culture, and ArtsWA/Washington State Arts Commission with NEA funding, for partial funding of our 2017-18 programs. www.ravenchronicles.org